Captian's Log Poem: The Studio Tulip 4 Jul 20212 Jul 2021 The painter sits within the dingy studio, his white canvas untouched and bare,his brushes dry, his paint unmixed. A tulip wilts, wanting some light and care,the subject that the artist…
Captian's Log Poem: Masquerade 3 Jul 20212 Jul 2021 My face hid under porcelain skin Anew behind a painted grin Smiles are all about me now Questions of who and what and how Until the final hour's spent Each…
Captian's Log The Miscatony Werewolf 2 Jul 2021 Please Read: The Miscatony Werewolf Excerpt: I looked up over the hills and saw the glow of the full moon hidden behind the ever present fog. She was close to…
Captian's Log Poem: Zerathinth 1 Jul 2021 What music plays above the skies of Zerathinth, what melodies resound within her emerald halls, and who dares hear the bloody scream under the song? The harmony and melody of…
Captian's Log Poem: The Tears of Christ 30 Jun 2021 What dreary thoughts we have of you, that we think not your tears are true: The resurrection and the life, how could you know this lowly strife? How mean we…
Captian's Log Eyes to See 29 Jun 2021 As children, we sponge up knowledge. Everything is new and different. Some of the most benign things can seem extraordinary. On top of this, we have little as regards critical…
Captian's Log Short Story: Ole Joe 28 Jun 2021 Please Read: Ole Joe There remains to me my sanity, which is more than what’s left to Ole Joe. Take some pity on him when he comes by. He wasn’t…
Captian's Log Carpe Diem 27 Jun 202125 Jun 2021 Please Read:Carpe Diem We feel the moments slipping from our grasp and mark the time with calendars and clocks. Our life's like dust stirred up within a breeze which comes,…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft | Part 18 26 Jun 202125 Jun 2021 The five of them burst into the hidden room, a cacophony of complaining voices and confused limbs. John was once again the subject of David's ire as the latter blamed…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Miscatony Werewolf 25 Jun 2021 In the darkening daylight of evening a cool mist fell. We stood on the top of a rocky hill, the rolling landscape fading from view under the gentle veil of…
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