Captian's Log The Slave’s Dream 3 Mar 2022 The pick struck the earth, and the sweat fell. Worn and tired and dying. Pick. Sweat. Sun. Hot sun. Pick. Hit the earth. Pick. Strike the earth. Dig. Deeper. Sun.…
Captian's Log From the Archives: A Debate on Frankenstein 2 Mar 2022 Started loosing my voice this Monday and now I sound like Louis Armstrong. Doctor doesn't think it's serious, but I'm just exhausted. I haven't been able to write at all…
Captian's Log Signs 1 Mar 2022 The old and ruined church, with peeling bell and calling knell, waits beside the graveyard. The dead do not listen. They say it is no more than wind which activates…
Captian's Log Signs 28 Feb 2022 There is a tombstone. Engraved in the stone are words I cannot read. On the carved cross a corvid sits. The grave is empty below. The corvid sits upon the…
Captian's Log Signs 27 Feb 2022 Wild, the wind was blowing, and dark the sky it grew; Wild, the wind was racing, and dark the signs above. Strange, abhorrent things were born beneath weird, flashing lights.…
Captian's Log Veil 26 Feb 2022 "I lost my face somewhere," I whisper from out my veil. "Have you looked in the chest of drawers?" "Have you checked in the pantry?" "Did you leave it in…
Captian's Log Castaway 24 Feb 2022 Frightened, freezing, half-dead, the tide dragged my limp body onto the sandy shore, leaving me like so much driftwood there upon that desert island. The wind was chill and cold,…
Captian's Log The Fog 22 Feb 2022 Probably, folks really just getting nervous. Even Mary might have succumbed, what with the fog hanging over us. People just afraid of their own shadow. I don't know about the…
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