Captian's Log Drabble: When the Winds Blow . . . 31 May 202128 May 2021 When winds blow coldly through the dell, and the old church bell is heard ringing out from those mossened and withered stones of the steeple, when the cruel howl of…
Captian's Log Poem: The Old Joke 30 May 202128 May 2021 My cat stares up with golden eyes, my laughter causing her surprise. From lounging on the heating vent, she rises with her long tail bent. I scratch her back and…
By the Sword By The Sword: Odd Reflection 29 May 202128 May 2021 Check our our latest installment of By the Sword: Odd Reflections Here's a snippet: The pub had been overrun, transformed—perverted! Nuns moved like bees between the tables. The trio had…
Captian's Log Under Alien Heaven 28 May 2021 The white morning stunned my eyes. They burned as I gazed out at that vast, colorless desert of ice. Winter had come in one night and buried me. Some death…
Captian's Log Drabble: Our Sole Soul 27 May 2021 We traveled far in this life, but never seemed to get anywhere. We have gone through countries that have no markings on our maps, and seen strange places that would…
Captian's Log Drabble: Fleeing 26 May 2021 I might be alone forever upon this sea. As my motorboat breaks over wave after wave in this ceaseless ocean, I wonder what ports I can find hope in. Are…
Captian's Log A Helpful Guide to Syncretism 25 May 2021 Seeing as I have a theological degree, I figure I should now and again provide helpful definitions of some of the more intricate theological terms we use in the biz:…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Scar 24 May 2021 Please Read: The Scar Excerpt: “Come on out, villain!” He was long past feeling awkward when shouting these inane cliches. After twenty years of flying around and punching through walls,…
Captian's Log Short Story: One Last Drink 23 May 2021 Please Read: One Last Drink Excerpt: “A drink?” he asked upon her entrance. He was standing behind the bar in the only way he was ever found, cleaning a glass.…
Captian's Log Preview: One Last Drink 22 May 2021 "A drink?" he asked upon her entrance. He was standing behind the bar in the only way he was ever found, cleaning a glass. His well-known manner caught her off…
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