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 Musings by a Graveyard 21 Jul 202020 Jul 2020 I don't know what goes on in me. It is like a pain. It is at once a severe emptiness, a void, and yet it is a heavy weight, like…
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 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 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…
Captian's Log Anon 22 Jun 2020 He sat with the dead, his back to the open coffin. The collar of his suit was undone, escaping the bounds of ordered symmetry. One lapel came up like a…
Captian's Log The Crypt 11 Jun 2020 The dead knights lay on the cold, stone slabs of the crypt, their hollow corpses metropolises of beetles and other hidden things slithering among their bones. Their king was no…
Captian's Log Short: World of Dust 3 Jun 2020 There, on the horizon where the piercing white sands meet with the sky’s unremitting blue separating the dead desert and the glorious heaven, is a faint haze. The horizon blurs,…
Captian's Log Poem: Still 27 May 2020 Immortal in this mortal world, forever I must flee, so with my sails ever unfurled I run away from thee. Your dragnet I always escape, though it leaves scars on…
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