Captian's Log Rising Sun 26 Jan 2019 While the others lay sleeping, he sat up, gazing out into the eternal darkness, the empty starless night surrounding them, their heaven and their hell, their north and south, their…
Captian's Log Short Story: Son of Death 21 Jan 2019 Please read: Son of Death Excerpt: None paid attention to the slight glimmer, the haze building around him, as he stepped between the hedges. In another moment, he was invisible. Why?…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Son 19 Jan 2019 With a sigh, he pulled the sock out of G.’s mouth. “Traitor,” G.’s head said from its box in the passenger seat. Shivers ran up and down Pluto’s spine. Reaching…
Captian's Log Apologies 3 Jan 2019 Preparing for bed, I was gripped by a sudden panic, realizing I hadn’t put together a post for tonight. Scrambling, I cannot think of anything to write on such short…
Captian's Log Rough Thesis: Lenora Was in the Darkness 6 Nov 2018 Below is a thesis for a possible paper I'll be writing: Science has at times been likened to the mythological basilisk “which kills what it sees and only sees by…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Giant’s Mouth 4 Nov 2018 Please Read: The Giant’s Mouth I started this story more than four months ago when on a trip, and have regretfully left it unfinished, that is, unfinished 'til now. It originally…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Rail 15 Jul 2018 In the manner of an apology, I present these diverse works, for time like a thief has stolen upon me, and nothing have I completed. They are in rough form,…
Captian's Log Poem: Glory 10 Jul 201810 Jul 2018 Please read: Glory A short poem about Jörmungandr, and one who stood against it.
Captian's Log The Chase 13 Jun 2018 “It’s a tall order.” There was no response from the young writer. He sat at his desk, covered in shadows, staring at a piece of paper. A pen rested in…
Captian's Log Sonnet: Minotaur’s Birth 10 Jun 2018 Please read: Minotaur’s Birth excerpt: A monster grows inside my tender womb; his horns, not dull, already sprout and pierce. No fleshy toes are his, but like my groom —a…