Captian's Log Into the Wintry Night 18 Aug 2020 "I admit to my confusion, dear Mortimer. You want me to die, I suppose, catch my death of cold, risk life and limb, and for what, a measly band of…
Captian's Log The Final Words of the Rt Hon. Milton Freemore 16 Aug 202017 Aug 2020 The Right Honorable Milton Freemore was found dead this evening. There is no word yet on the cause of death, but . . . I dare not say. I saw…
Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting to be Heard 15 Aug 2020 The silent tread of a ghost cannot be heard, only felt, and his wordless moans are only understood in a dream. Some spirits must roam for a thousand years before…
Captian's Log Drabble: Time Waits 14 Aug 2020 The lovers never cried as the distance grew, nor were they saddened by the lapping waves rising and falling between them. Time would wait, they knew, and love was immortal.…
Captian's Log The Lonely Traveler 13 Aug 2020 I've been watching a lot of Dr. Who recently, and I have been considering a question: What is Dr. Who? I don't remember where I heard this, but an apology…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Old Ghosts 12 Aug 2020 (Hey, I'm feeling a little sick. I've been working on this story for a few days, but it still isn't finished. Please enjoy another excerpt. Original post) I pause at…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Must Roam 11 Aug 2020 There seems no place for me within this dream, nor water found, nor sky, nor stars. They seem, these missing elements, my long-sought home. Until I find these three, I…
Captian's Log Walt Whitman and Telemarketers 10 Aug 202010 Aug 2020 I had a little fun today. I was receiving those lovely, if unrequested, interruptions in my afternoon known patiently as telemarketers. There are less patient descriptions of such phone calls…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Old Ghosts 9 Aug 2020 The dirt is soft but heavy. My spade easily breaks through the wet earth, but my shoulders ache as I lift the shovel. With every thrust perspiration builds under my…
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