Captian's Log Drabble: The Nightmare Comes 25 Sep 2021 The night seemed to last forever. My sheets clung to me, damp with my sweat. The clock's slow, steady tick-tock, tick-tock droned on through the night as I lay helpless…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 24 Sep 202119 Sep 2021 "He hated me because he would never inherit. Never could inherit. After paying the death taxes, I . . . I just . . . I could feel John hating…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 23 Sep 202119 Sep 2021 "You don't want to understand it," said Dr. Val, twirling his mustache. "But you know. If you will, you'll remember. What was it he always said to you? What did…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 22 Sep 202119 Sep 2021 "And what did you find?" he asked me. "It's empty." "Yes, and what does that tell you?" "He's out, he's alive somehow." "No? But you saw him dead." "He was…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 21 Sep 202119 Sep 2021 With a whine of the hinges, the lid came, and I gazed into the darkness of that box. Nothing but shadows therein. From out the deepest recesses of my mind,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 20 Sep 202119 Sep 2021 My musings were interrupted by something new, the hollow sound of a spade hitting a coffin. I sent the workers out of the hole and jumped in. Brushing away the…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 19 Sep 2021 The rhythm of the two shovels went in and out of frequency. For a while, they sang together, then one would slow, the clods of earth they cast no longer…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Lost Upon the Moor 18 Sep 2021 We sang a song that went unheard like wisps across the moor, and none recall the ghostly word. It's lost upon the moor. Now heaven falls to night's assault, and…
Captian's Log Poem: Along Life’s Way 17 Sep 2021 The darkness lay before the man along the road he knew he had to walk. He stared into that shadowed veil. Anon, to no one did he talk: "What's now…
Captian's Log Asthma 16 Sep 202116 Sep 2021 I had a recent flair up of asthma, and it feels like a constant weight pressing against my lungs. It can be quite hazardous to one's pride when he can't…
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