Captian's Log Poem: She Makes Lunatics Cry 14 Mar 2021 There was a time when laughter illumined my facebut now my smile brings dreadThere was a place where we knew love's embracebut here is the place of the dead. I…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 13 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 The shots ring out, and in a semi-comic scene, he falls behind the counter, his legs flailing in the air a moment. I grin, chuckling a little. Throwing the gun…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 12 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 There is a radio droning on beside him, the volume low. Reports of traffic, clear, summer days, an end to the war, all white noise. All these ebb and flow,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 11 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 He looks at me from across the counter, his eyes drooping. A bushy mustache hides his lips, and his cheeks and chin are dark with stubble. A thin, white cigarette…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 10 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 A man carries things in life. Some things a man's forced to carry, for no man is his own master. Some things we want to carry. Mostly, it's a mixture.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 9 Mar 2021 The butcher's shop, its door propped open with a little wooden wedge, sent the enticing aroma of salami and pepperoni out unto the sidewalk; good marketing. Beside it, the closed…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 8 Mar 2021 The shadow of the blimp passed, and I shivered in its darkness. Overhead, its motors roared, a distant din, and I, with hands in pockets, walked on, whistling a simple…
Captian's Log Themes in Daniel 7 Mar 2021 God is Unique . . . It may go without saying, but God is revealing himself in his word. Furthermore, there is a sense that God is revealing himself, not…
Captian's Log I Purge Hell From Myself . . . 6 Mar 2021 I had a line from a corny old movie floating in my mind, "But I will not be tortured! I tear torture out of myself by torturing you!" I was…
Captian's Log Short Story: Who Cares? 5 Mar 2021 "Whatever dreams or machinations exist in your warped little imagination, I want you to keep ever on the cusp of your consciousness, the fact that . . . " I…
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