Captian's Log Drabble: The Archer 18 Jul 2020 The string is taut; the bow is bent; the arrow straight. The dart, it flies; the dart, it hits; the dart, it kills. The man, he falls; the blood pours…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Bedlam 17 Jul 2020 The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…
Captian's Log The Bard’s Song 16 Jul 2020 The languid music, like some suffocating gas, slowly worked upon the patrons a dreadful drowsiness. It could not even be called boredom. Those who listened to the bard's song weren't…
Captian's Log Short Story: Drainpipe 15 Jul 2020 An old drainpipe, clothed in patches of green lichen, drips continually beside me. The house it's connected to is old, worn down. It rained last night, and it was cold.…
Captian's Log Short Poem: O Early Snow 14 Jul 2020 O early snow which slowly falls as like when timid lover calls with bashful, blushing cheeks, and stuttering he speaks. Such gentle openings may yet passions and mighty storms beget.…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Silent Darkness 13 Jul 2020 The darkness of the house cannot be seen. It is felt. It's in every creaking floorboard or protruding, rusted nail. It's there in the mold covered cupboards, their shelves empty…
Captian's Log The Death of Sleep 12 Jul 2020 My head fallen on my desk, the light of my computer screen dimming, preparing to sleep . . . I am so tired, so weary. The dreams of my mind…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Song of the Sea 11 Jul 2020 My feet sinking into the forgiving sands of a cold, pacific beach, I pause, setting my eyes upon the vast horizon. Like turrets of a mighty castle, the distant clouds…
Captian's Log Poem: The Knell 9 Jul 2020 Please Read: The Knell Excerpt: Under the stony arches of a shrine where crawling vines of darkened thorns resign —their sun browned leaves fall, carpeting the floor with hidden nettles…
Captian's Log Satire: What Matters Will Survive 7 Jul 20207 Jul 2020 Please Read: What Matters Will Survive Old Harry couldn’t cope and so he bought a rope. He tied it round his neck and jumped off of his deck. The sirens…
