Captian's Log Vampire’s Kiss 8 Aug 2020 The deadly thorn of her words was reserved for those who thought to pick such a flower; she was a wild rose, and no mortal hand could pluck her. Her…
Captian's Log Poem: Without Light 7 Aug 2020 Old, sallow death is watching you, he's waiting at your side; just turn and he'll be in your view when time has come to die. The sands are falling faster…
Captian's Log Drabble: Murder 6 Aug 2020 The solid thud of his body hitting the sand, the little cloud rising around his still form, the echoing gunshot—it was all over. Smoke rose from the glistening barrel of…
Captian's Log Poem: I’m Mad 5 Aug 2020 Don't call me crazy, cause I aint sane Don't look unless you can feel this pain Searching for music to heal my troubled soul I wander the earth with an…
Captian's Log Walking in the Night 4 Aug 2020 Long shadows crawl as the hours wan into night, and their darkness overcomes the world. Hear the calls on the wind; listen to the sound of the cries. There's a…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Attic 3 Aug 2020 The dirty stairs to the attic, long unused, creek underfoot. The shadows of evening creep in through the round windows as I ascend. Dust plays before my eyes, dancing in…
Captian's Log Directory: Port de Vour 2 Aug 2020 The Port de Vour is an unpleasant piece of sinking earth, maintaining regular trade with the nearby city, and by regular, one means timely, but irregular relations otherwise, and by…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dragon’s Dream 1 Aug 2020 The ancient dragon shifted in the darkness below the world, half waking for a moment, a bleary eye the size of the moon peering into the fathomless shadows surrounding it.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 31 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 The sea is cold; the sun is hot. Men's lives are short compared to these eternal things, but one life, though brief, or one man, though so much smaller than…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 30 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 Delirious, rocked by the ocean, he lies in an officer's bed, quite senseless of the hands which replace upon his brow a cold rag. At times he moans, and she…
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