Captian's Log Short Story: Belonging 11 Jul 2019 He would never really be one of them. Around him the music played, and the swaying bodies of half sober soldiers and their women, all covered in the stench of…
Captian's Log Short Story: Loathsome 10 Jul 2019 What does the word wasteland unveil of that rotting plain where men once roamed, where life abundant was, that old world we knew as Earth? She is gone now, time…
Captian's Log Poem: Nameless Song 9 Jul 2019 A bit of a throwaway day. I'm too tired. Please enjoy this offering. I heard a nameless song, and hummed a wordless tune. I slept without a dream, and lived…
Captian's Log The White Field 8 Jul 20198 Jul 2019 The sun beat down upon the dead. No soul came to claim the rotting flesh. It was a sea of carnage, dried and desolate. The dogs and birds feasted for…
Captian's Log Time of Death 7 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The question of a time of death was complicated by one’s perception. A realist, a coroner, a scientist, would have put it sometime around 4:30 PM, Saturday night, the approximate…
Captian's Log Beyond Time 6 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The planet’s quiet now, and the heavens have grown dark. The night is king over the lands, and all there is is dust. But through the time wrought waste one…
Captian's Log Crow 5 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The crow pecks lazily at a dried, yellow weed. Sometimes caught up in his beak, he throws it playfully. Then hopping after it, his black plumage ruffling in the air,…
Captian's Log 2019: Happy Fourth of July 4 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 Happy Forth of July everybody! I will be taking a break from blogging, and probably most of the internet, starting today and going on through the weekend. However, I do…
Captian's Log The Door is Locked 3 Jul 2019 In quiet, peaceful lands a blackened hearth remains. It was there I saw them last, and there I locked them in. And still the door, charred like the hearth, stands…
Captian's Log Poem: The Gods of Death 2 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The Great Worm The Worm, it eats, and worms devour the subtlest forms of man. The Worm, loveless, in empty bower consumes all life began. The Darkness The spreading shadows…
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