Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Eavesdropping 21 Oct 2017 Under his black mask Stanley’s lips curve upward, the secret smile twice hidden. Firstly, it is covered by the protective veil, and secondly, it is obscured by the thin wall…
Captian's Log A Reason 20 Oct 201721 Oct 2017 Misery doesn’t give happiness meaning; Happiness is meaning itself. ~CGP Grey I think the crux of the problem lies in this above statement. Not only does this science fiction like…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 19 Oct 2017 The Addition: Around the five the wind’s clamorous screams, peeling and wailing, sings of war it seems. The party leaves the hut to the storm’s rage. Soon, the roof from…
Captian's Log The Doll 18 Oct 2017 Hey, I have had these two characters and this scene in my head for some time now, but never had a story for them. Please enjoy: The gruff man downs…
Captian's Log Forgive U.S. 17 Oct 2017 "He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'" Their backs were to…
Captian's Log The World Gone Mad 16 Oct 2017 When you ride the train near daily, there is a certain inevitability regarding interaction with eccentric and extravagant personalities. These are mostly pot-heads, sometimes schizophrenics, but I was not prepared…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 15 Oct 2017 The Addition: Hands grabbed his hair, and jerked him to his feet. His battered face, with bleeding wounds replete, now drearily gazed at The Preachers four. A spreading smile said…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 14 Oct 2017 The Addition: And such are these four, you may wish to learn, that what one can see all others discern. Multiple bodies together played host, obeying dictates from a single…
Captian's Log… Continued: A Coffin for Two 13 Oct 2017 The little brass bell dances up and down at the opening of the door. I sigh to myself as the young couple—they’d been drinking—make their staggering way to the front…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 12 Oct 2017 The Addition: The Preachers were silent while the wind raged, and the door from its hinges disengaged. The weathered wood flew into the small room, landing beside their guest with…
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