Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 31 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 The sea is cold; the sun is hot. Men's lives are short compared to these eternal things, but one life, though brief, or one man, though so much smaller than…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 30 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 Delirious, rocked by the ocean, he lies in an officer's bed, quite senseless of the hands which replace upon his brow a cold rag. At times he moans, and she…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 29 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 My bleeding lips crack under the burning sun. The sweet taste of my own blood is all I have to drink—there is no water but that deadly brine the ocean…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 28 Jul 2020 Safe from the murderous sea, I watch as bits of broken timber are thrown up by the tide onto land. I am this dead wood's elder brother, for so I…
Captian's Log Off to the Beach 27 Jul 202027 Jul 2020 It's been a beautiful day. Took an early walk, watched the sun rise, and went to the beach. Heck, to top everything off, there was a rainbow over our sky…
Captian's Log Poem: Summer Rain 26 Jul 2020 How wonderful the summer rain when thunder crashes round after the flashing lights ordain that heaven love the ground. So then the Sky will touch the Earth and fill her…
Captian's Log Poem: Beauty of the Stars 25 Jul 2020 Who knows the glory of the stars, the beauty of their meagre light, or knows the wonders that are ours who lay below a summer night? We're warm upon the…
Captian's Log Short: The Music of Zelethon 24 Jul 2020 The crystal chimes of the planet Zelethon are ever humming low, their chords harmonizing in intricate patterns that no man can understand. It is said that the music of Zelethon…
Captian's Log Short: The Scream 23 Jul 2020 I heard a scream in the night, a terrible sound, but it touched me in a way I didn't expect. You see, the sound, that distant scream, I liked it.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Wasteland 22 Jul 2020 The wasteland, dead and silent. The only sound comes with the storms, when the countless sands are stirred and take flight. Even here, though, the cruel winds are mostly dead.…
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