Captian's Log Short Poem: I Must Go Down 31 Aug 2020 There's darkness in the deep where things are bound to creep, yet still I must go down. There’re things I can't describe, unknown to man or tribe, yet still I…
Captian's Log Drabble: Deadly Eye 30 Aug 2020 The deadly glare of the idol I thought was a metaphor, some superstition meant to symbolize the power of the tribe's deity; I was wrong. I can feel that demon's…
Captian's Log Poem: Battle Cry 29 Aug 2020 By the broken hands which turn,—Can I tell you? Can you learn?—by this sacred grove of trees—in this light cast by their leaves,in this mountain's shadow cold,in this moment growing…
Captian's Log Poem: The Comforter 28 Aug 2020 In a little grove, an old chapel, weathered and leaning . . . In a quiet hour, a man, kneeling, praying . . . In a deserted street, a soul…
Captian's Log Directory: The Dying City 27 Aug 2020 Buried in ever falling sands, the great city still rises over the desert. Some say it was forged of a tempered glass, glass as hard as metal. Others say those…
Captian's Log Short Story: I Am Undead 26 Aug 2020 I Am Undead Please Read: I Am UndeadExcerpt: I couldn’t tell you when the change took place. It wasn’t the transformation of a night but the slow work of days…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: I am Undead 25 Aug 2020 I couldn't tell you when the change took place. It wasn't the transformation of a night but the slow work of days and nights, days following nights and nights following…
Captian's Log Real Life Fiction 24 Aug 2020 So, a bit of real life fiction. I was out in my yard, exercising, and because I am a complete nerd, I had a book with me. Well, I remembered…
Captian's Log Poem: Darkness Whispers; Wisdom Shouts 23 Aug 2020 I heard a whisper in the trees, a song blown from the seas, it carried in the breeze, and hearing it did freeze. I saw the eagle soaring high, yet…
Captian's Log Short Story: Bleeding 22 Aug 2020 Please Read:Bleeding Excerpt: I grunted. Time meant nothing to me as I quietly bled onto the plastic cushion. He’d come or I’d go. I’d go either way. He comes, and…
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