Captian's Log Watcher of Evil 30 Jun 201830 Jun 2018 Upon the ivory throne, licked black by tongues of fire, the watcher of evil sat. His eyes, dizzy and grey, stare out into the dark. He shakes, as if to…
Captian's Log Myself 29 Jun 2018 It’s surprising, to know you’re not yourself. A conflagration of differing influences took me over today. My touch of asthma kicked itself into high gear; couldn’t figure out why until…
Captian's Log Continued: Fidelity 28 Jun 201828 Jun 2018 (A continuation of the post Rough Draft: Fidelity) “You see it?” cried the younger sister. “There,” she pointed, “the two eyes, and there, the nose. You must see it. That…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Fidelity 27 Jun 2018 She looked cute in her hiking outfit. He called it an outfit—hadn’t heard anyone else say it—her latest outfit. This was a cute one; he liked it. Short pants tight…
Captian's Log The Jungle of Hartmagoon 26 Jun 2018 Some say there’s a mask made of silver, and it’s buried deep within a dark tomb. I am one to say I’ve seen it, if only in a dream. I…
Captian's Log Poem: The Ships Beelzebub 25 Jun 2018 Please read: The Ship Beelzebub Well, another Ghost Ship poem. I hope you enjoy.
Captian's Log Arbiter 24 Jun 2018 It often amazes me: when in the face of divine mercy modern man decries God for cryptic cruelty, reimagining unbounded goodness as an alien directive, and light as darkness. Man…
Captian's Log I’m Here 23 Jun 2018 After days of driving through many a diverse state, traversing long dusty roads, I'm with my family again. Apart from you, my loved siter and brother, I'm less than whole.…
By an Idiot By an Idiot | Episode 5: The Devil and the Details 22 Jun 20189 Sep 2018 https://youtu.be/QUDDIkXOLBs URL: https://youtu.be/QUDDIkXOLBs On this fearful stormy night, when the howling winds are but a banshee’s wail, a sliver of comfort and relief condescends to you, denizens of the asylum.…
Captian's Log Continued: The Ship Beelzebub 21 Jun 2018 The original post: Unfinished. Now breaking through the misty sea with scores of seagulls merrily as like when kings their servants send to cry his proach to any friend, or to…