Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 7 Dec 2021 Cursing at the bullet still lodged in my thigh, I sprinted through the garden up to my door, but found that it too, like the gate, had been forced, the…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 6 Dec 2021 At first, I wondered if they were scarecrows, if I had fallen into some clever ploy, but no. These were no straw men. They were flesh and bone, and they…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 5 Dec 2021 I drew nearer. They didn't move. Another labored step. They were still as stone. Now I could see them, their bright uniforms standing out against the white fog. Was I…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 4 Dec 2021 The rain had ended, and the rising sun was lifting the dew from the cold earth, filling the morning with a gentle fog. God had given me one more blessing:…
Captian's Log Poem: Monstrous Guests 2 Dec 2021 The vampires are asking for donations;the werewolves just want a bone;the zombies are forming coalitionsbecause they hate to be alone.The swamp-man's in the kiddie pool;Frankenstein has got a head;the ghosts…
Captian's Log Short: Janus and the Sword 1 Dec 2021 "Don't forget that Janus is double faced," I shouted after him. He stopped, closed the door, and turned back to face me. "What?" he asked. "The god of beginnings, the…
Captian's Log Drabble: No Sympathy for Lovers 30 Nov 2021 "I never knew. I never guessed. I guess it was obvious to anyone with half a brain, but I was in love. There's no sympathy for lovers, they're all fools."…
Captian's Log Poem: The Shadow of the Hanged Man 29 Nov 2021 Please Read:The Shadowof theHanged Man https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/the-shadow-of-the-hanged-man/?preview_id=11290&preview_nonce=8e958b46a3&preview=true&_thumbnail_id=196
Captian's Log Short: Project Snowball 28 Nov 2021 "You lied," I said. The old man in the suit said nothing. "This whole time, you've been lying. You covered it all up, didn't you?" The suit got out of…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Tightrope 27 Nov 2021 How thin the line between what was and what will be, this little moment called the now, this razor's edge we walk. I think my feet are bloody, but I…
