Captian's Log Young and Old 26 Nov 2021 NOTE: I've been playing with the character of the young man (Roy?) in my mind for a while. I don't have a story for him, quite yet, just some ideas.…
Captian's Log 2021: Thanksgiving 25 Nov 202124 Nov 2021 Happy Thanksgiving Y'all, With thankful hearts we gather hereand celebrate with wine and beerthe story of the pilgrims past—told year to year so it will last—the bounty of our present…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Midnight Sun 24 Nov 2021 The council of the midnight sunreturns a fearful verdict,The shadows of the desert riseand sing a deadly song. Who hears the chords or heeds their wordwill make their way through…
Captian's Log Drabble: When the Dragons Were Released 23 Nov 2021 We heard the sound of it, and felt the earth tremble beneath our feet. We were too late, I realized as that lone, black plume of smoke rose in the…
Captian's Log The Assassin’s Confession 22 Nov 2021 "So that's it? You're just a gun for hire, eh? A damned assassin?" "Not primarily. I was a sailor, mostly, well, to be honest, a smuggler, but everyone was back…
Captian's Log Short Story: Lost Myself Reading 21 Nov 202120 Nov 2021 I originally posted this here for a writing prompt. How long I sat there in silent study, I cannot tell. I know that when I first pulled down that book…
Captian's Log The Runner 19 Nov 2021 He did not look old, but he was not young. He did not look old except for his eyes. As we nursed him through his fever, they would sometimes open…
Captian's Log Poem: Drift 18 Nov 2021 The salty spray,the screeching gull,the sails white and full,the moody sky,our last goodbye,all gone, love and play. Anon, the boys and girls will hunt,and who will catch? and who'll be…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dreamer Waits 17 Nov 2021 The days are coming when the days will endthe years draw near when the sun will setAnd in the final hour of our liveswhat dreams remain? I was wandering through…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Waiting for the Darkness 16 Nov 202116 Nov 2021 The ancient melodies must have been born from such a precipice. Here on top of the world, I fall out my own eyes into the vast landscape below. There is…
