Captian's Log The Black Stars 14 Apr 2020 So, I was cleaning up some of my papers and I found this old doodle (written on the back of a test, no less). It reads: The Black Stars Shadow…
Captian's Log Short: Laughter 10 Apr 2020 The knife was cold, jarring. Like a shock it entered me, entered my very flesh, its invading cold stealing my breath. My weak legs disappeared, buckling underneath me; my vision…
Captian's Log Two Shorts From the Typewriter 8 Apr 2020 I played around with my typewriter again this afternoon.
Captian's Log Poem: The Fall 6 Apr 2020 They hated the truth, so they shattered the mirror. They loved their own lies, so they cut off their ears. They burned all the books, so the children can’t read.…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Grave 5 Apr 2020 The glistening, white marble stone cast a long shadow across the barren dirt. Its smooth faces were pristine, as if perpetually polished, and the deep etchings on it, like its…
Captian's Log Drabble: Straight 2 Apr 2020 The hammer falls, flattening the steel. The steady beat of the blacksmith is heard distantly outside the forge, clink, clink, clink. He shoves the cooling metal back into the fire,…
Captian's Log Poem: Remember the Monster 1 Apr 2020 Righteous in our saccharin tales, Elevated by the wine, Men are known to forsake truth. Encouraged so, they oft malign Matters of their fathers’ youth. Broken then, the ancient seal,…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Machine 30 Mar 2020 It was the machine, promised throughout all eternity, but especially in modernity realized possible. Its plans have been worked on since man first drew on his cave walls, not yet…
