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…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 29 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 My bleeding lips crack under the burning sun. The sweet taste of my own blood is all I have to drink—there is no water but that deadly brine the ocean…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 28 Jul 2020 Safe from the murderous sea, I watch as bits of broken timber are thrown up by the tide onto land. I am this dead wood's elder brother, for so I…
Captian's Log Poem: Beauty of the Stars 25 Jul 2020 Who knows the glory of the stars, the beauty of their meagre light, or knows the wonders that are ours who lay below a summer night? We're warm upon the…
Captian's Log Short: The Music of Zelethon 24 Jul 2020 The crystal chimes of the planet Zelethon are ever humming low, their chords harmonizing in intricate patterns that no man can understand. It is said that the music of Zelethon…
Captian's Log Short: The Scream 23 Jul 2020 I heard a scream in the night, a terrible sound, but it touched me in a way I didn't expect. You see, the sound, that distant scream, I liked it.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Wasteland 22 Jul 2020 The wasteland, dead and silent. The only sound comes with the storms, when the countless sands are stirred and take flight. Even here, though, the cruel winds are mostly dead.…
Captian's Log Short: Nothing 20 Jul 2020 "The timeless darkness which waits even now for our momentary light to flicker and be gone, in sundry ways seeps into our life, its many tentacles, like a million little…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Abandoned Rooms of Reality 19 Jul 2020 There are secret places in this world, hidden doors, closed off rooms, which some remember. They remain in shadows, and there is darkness within them. I have stolen into one,…
