Captian's Log Musings by a Graveyard 21 Jul 202020 Jul 2020 I don't know what goes on in me. It is like a pain. It is at once a severe emptiness, a void, and yet it is a heavy weight, like…
Captian's Log Short: Nothing 20 Jul 2020 "The timeless darkness which waits even now for our momentary light to flicker and be gone, in sundry ways seeps into our life, its many tentacles, like a million little…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Abandoned Rooms of Reality 19 Jul 2020 There are secret places in this world, hidden doors, closed off rooms, which some remember. They remain in shadows, and there is darkness within them. I have stolen into one,…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Archer 18 Jul 2020 The string is taut; the bow is bent; the arrow straight. The dart, it flies; the dart, it hits; the dart, it kills. The man, he falls; the blood pours…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Bedlam 17 Jul 2020 The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…
Captian's Log The Bard’s Song 16 Jul 2020 The languid music, like some suffocating gas, slowly worked upon the patrons a dreadful drowsiness. It could not even be called boredom. Those who listened to the bard's song weren't…
Captian's Log Short Story: Drainpipe 15 Jul 2020 An old drainpipe, clothed in patches of green lichen, drips continually beside me. The house it's connected to is old, worn down. It rained last night, and it was cold.…
Captian's Log Short Poem: O Early Snow 14 Jul 2020 O early snow which slowly falls as like when timid lover calls with bashful, blushing cheeks, and stuttering he speaks. Such gentle openings may yet passions and mighty storms beget.…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Silent Darkness 13 Jul 2020 The darkness of the house cannot be seen. It is felt. It's in every creaking floorboard or protruding, rusted nail. It's there in the mold covered cupboards, their shelves empty…
Captian's Log The Death of Sleep 12 Jul 2020 My head fallen on my desk, the light of my computer screen dimming, preparing to sleep . . . I am so tired, so weary. The dreams of my mind…
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