Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 26 Aug 2021 I've said we should make prints of the thing, sell postcards, there's a real genius to that painting, but people be a fearing it. Suppose that's why they keep it…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 25 Aug 2021 They keep the painting in the chapel down the street there, if you want to see it. A queer effect it has on the mind. You sit there staring at…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 24 Aug 202124 Aug 2021 The floating Isle of Lolth is only seen through clouded mists upon the lonely hills, and as though 'twere mist itself, it vanishes before the eye knows what it sees.…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Fantasy 23 Aug 2021 Falling through the depths of death Advancing through unconscious streams Nearing never any end Tossed, and tossed, and tossed again At once some sound may rend Silence, the dwelling of…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Cold Blood 22 Aug 2021 I'm brain dead, running on no sleep. Too tired, too frail. Here's a piece I've been working on: The old wizard lumbered around the counter, beckoning me with a wave…
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…
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