Captian's Log Short Story: The Song of the Sea 11 Jul 2020 My feet sinking into the forgiving sands of a cold, pacific beach, I pause, setting my eyes upon the vast horizon. Like turrets of a mighty castle, the distant clouds…
Captian's Log Essay: Bookends 10 Jul 2020 Once upon a time . . . I love that phrase. It brings to mind all the gentle wonder of childhood, all the sweet imaginings of boyhood, and, for me,…
Captian's Log Poem: The Knell 9 Jul 2020 Please Read: The Knell Excerpt: Under the stony arches of a shrine where crawling vines of darkened thorns resign —their sun browned leaves fall, carpeting the floor with hidden nettles…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Restart 8 Jul 2020 (Still feeling kinda sick. Here's a quick poem thingy I whipped up). I am so tired Nights pass without sleep Every morning is suffocating Each day grows heavier Darkness and…
Captian's Log Satire: What Matters Will Survive 7 Jul 20207 Jul 2020 Please Read: What Matters Will Survive Old Harry couldn’t cope and so he bought a rope. He tied it round his neck and jumped off of his deck. The sirens…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Spider Lover 6 Jul 2020 (I'm feeling sick, so here is a very short poem). Spider, spider, spinning webs in darkened nook above my bed, weaving, weaving, through the night, inviting guests to end their…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bad Dreams 5 Jul 2020 The ancient horrors clawing at my mind reveal not their names. Their wretched voices, wordless grumbles, fill my head with dreams. The night is their stage, and yet the sun…
Captian's Log 2020: Happy Fourth of July 4 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 The Fourth of July is here again! Happy Independence Day! Set the barbeque alight, and wolf down your food. Paint the night with fire, and rest under the summer stars.…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider and the Raven 3 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 The spider and raven conspired: Raven: I don’t understand the humans. Spider: Neither do I. Raven: They never fight for their food but give it away like parents to chicks.…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider 2 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 In the shadows of her hole, her eight legs quivering with zeal, the spider felt the shaking webs. The food, she knew, the food was outside, scurrying outside. Louder now;…
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