Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 11 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 He looks at me from across the counter, his eyes drooping. A bushy mustache hides his lips, and his cheeks and chin are dark with stubble. A thin, white cigarette…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 10 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 A man carries things in life. Some things a man's forced to carry, for no man is his own master. Some things we want to carry. Mostly, it's a mixture.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 9 Mar 2021 The butcher's shop, its door propped open with a little wooden wedge, sent the enticing aroma of salami and pepperoni out unto the sidewalk; good marketing. Beside it, the closed…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 8 Mar 2021 The shadow of the blimp passed, and I shivered in its darkness. Overhead, its motors roared, a distant din, and I, with hands in pockets, walked on, whistling a simple…
Captian's Log Themes in Daniel 7 Mar 2021 God is Unique . . . It may go without saying, but God is revealing himself in his word. Furthermore, there is a sense that God is revealing himself, not…
Captian's Log I Purge Hell From Myself . . . 6 Mar 2021 I had a line from a corny old movie floating in my mind, "But I will not be tortured! I tear torture out of myself by torturing you!" I was…
Captian's Log Short Story: Who Cares? 5 Mar 2021 "Whatever dreams or machinations exist in your warped little imagination, I want you to keep ever on the cusp of your consciousness, the fact that . . . " I…
Captian's Log Making Monsters 4 Mar 2021 A nation that routinely murders its children I doubt will live long. I like to write horror; nothing sordid. Not exactly suspense thrillers, I'm more trying to capture a mood,…
Captian's Log But What Do You Fear? 3 Mar 2021 I have traveled far and wide. I have seen princes of noble birth, and self-styled kings—bandit lords. I have seen a brother kill a brother, and that second brother, the…
Captian's Log Paradox of Life: Offenses Must Come 2 Mar 2021 I used to have a recurring fantasy in grade school. I would sit in history class, next to the window, look out at the hills, and I would imagine a…
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