Captian's Log The Masked Devil 13 Jan 202013 Jan 2020 The dissonant chords broke through the haze of my clouded thoughts, interrupting my troubled revelries. The figurine of Satan twirled as the music box ground out its pre-written tune. The…
Captian's Log Drabble: Burn It Down 12 Jan 2020 He sat there coolly, cigarette smoke rising in lazy arcs around his head, as they rattled the door. Muttering to himself more than anything, he advised the devils to quit.…
Captian's Log Poem: Identity 11 Jan 2020 What can a man become? How can he stand the tide? O sands of passing years, Are we but dying dust? Must life, so brief, end now? I search, but…
Captian's Log Essay on the Death Penalty 10 Jan 2020 Please Read: The Rectitude of the Death Penalty Excerpt: And in a final aside, though I intended to avoid this rabbit trail, the topic of abortion has been erected. I…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs Short Story: The Island 9 Jan 20209 Jan 2020 There is an island I know of. It’s not a place sailors are likely to put on a map. It can’t be got to that way. I don’t know where…
Captian's Log Drabble: Sunrise 8 Jan 2020 The sun was rising. Golden rays shot forth their light upon the long forgotten world. For eons night had smothered the land, for eons she had been breeding, infesting the…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death? 7 Jan 2020 Some medicine I took has made me a bit too drowsy to write a post tonight. Instead, I'll show another few paragraphs of an essay I'm working on. Continued from: Rough…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dying Flames 6 Jan 2020 He stokes the fire. The embers reveal their red glow as they turn over, and then grow black. The smoke rises in twisting plumes as the fire dies. The world…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death? 5 Jan 20205 Jan 2020 There are aspects in the modern mode of thinking which do not follow for me. In this case, one of my life’s recurring themes is the antagonism of all my…
By the Sword By The Sword: Andrea 4 Jan 2020 Check out the latest installment to By The Sword: Andrea Here is a snippet: “No, Davy!” a woman called. Like a dog at the end of his chain, David halted,…
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