Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 7 Jun 2021 I had found that hidden and thrice accursed book which speaks of things which ought not to be spoken of, which outlined in a riddle the way up this peak.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 6 Jun 2021 But it was barren: I saw no sign of life or death or even undeath. The black, windswept plain held nothing. I found not even a footprint. I paced upon…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 5 Jun 2021 What darkness lay in these sun eaters? What unhallowed grave of countless worlds lay in them? I think I was mad to stare so long, wondering, fearing. I had traveled…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 4 Jun 2021 The cold stone, like ice beneath my feet; the sheer cliff like Hell below. The winds were like the shrieks of the lost, and I was lost upon that black…
Captian's Log Short: Lucifer 3 Jun 2021 It's getting darker in here. This is the sunset of reason; in the twilight is madness. Still, it is a refuge: The insanity is our escape from that devouring light,…
Captian's Log Reflection: Open the Blinds 2 Jun 2021 Please Read: Open the Blinds https://youtu.be/N6LsTgEQJ6Q
Captian's Log Drabble: FLA-FLE HAPTO NESCESSY 1 Jun 2021 Written by an unknown hand, etched into some desert rock, here beside us as we climb the mountain: FLA-FLEHAPTONESCESSY The letters are familiar, but the words are babble to us.…
Captian's Log Drabble: When the Winds Blow . . . 31 May 202128 May 2021 When winds blow coldly through the dell, and the old church bell is heard ringing out from those mossened and withered stones of the steeple, when the cruel howl of…
Captian's Log Poem: The Old Joke 30 May 202128 May 2021 My cat stares up with golden eyes, my laughter causing her surprise. From lounging on the heating vent, she rises with her long tail bent. I scratch her back and…
By the Sword By The Sword: Odd Reflection 29 May 202128 May 2021 Check our our latest installment of By the Sword: Odd Reflections Here's a snippet: The pub had been overrun, transformed—perverted! Nuns moved like bees between the tables. The trio had…
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