Captian's Log Poem: Full Moon 21 Aug 2021 The silent moon hung in the air, a brilliant, glowing eye, and staring up, I was aware, that I was forced to sigh. Its cold beauty assaulted me, its pale…
Captian's Log Short: Rat King 20 Aug 2021 You could hear them scampering, see their shifting shadows in the corner of your eye, smell their horrible piss. I knew they wouldn't show themselves. Dreadful little things. Their squeaking,…
Captian's Log I Want My Omelet 19 Aug 2021 We have all heard the villain of a story justify his actions by the phrase, "Can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs." I might like to add, if…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Soul in the Storm 18 Aug 2021 Heaven's torrential rain fell like a flood and poured itself upon the thirsty ground. The showers broke as my chest burst out blood; The thunder cracks muffled the gunshot sound.…
Captian's Log Drabble: A Ghostly Light 17 Aug 2021 The ghost's soft glow passed from window to window. Hidden, crouching in the underbrush, I watched the transparent figure traverse the long hall. The crumbling, tattered house stood alone within…
Captian's Log Drabble: Black Heavens 16 Aug 2021 You could hear the distant showers climbing over the hill, and feel the air grow colder with every breath. The sky was darkening, and white explosions of lightning streaked through…
Captian's Log Short: Knock, Knock 15 Aug 2021 I knocked my knuckles against the coffin lid. "You up?" I whispered down to the corpse. There was a feeble tapping from within. "Wrong answer!" I said, throwing the coffin…
Captian's Log Drabble: Cold, Ancient, Dead 14 Aug 2021 Cold, ancient, dead. The planet lay below, a lifeless sphere. Crumbling ruins stood like mountains in the vast, frozen deserts; falling cities, like thick forests, held their echoed secrets within.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Guests 13 Aug 2021 A strange pall fell over me as I considered his words. Out the window, a melodramatic flash of lightning streaked across the dark blue sky, and I waited for the…
Captian's Log A Moment of Asthma 12 Aug 2021 The red moon hung over the city, a thin, bleeding cut in the black heavens. The summer night raged like a sauna under the ashen sky. I couldn't breathe. Wheezing…
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