Captian's Log Drabble Series: Distant 12 Feb 2021 An old and weathered bit of metal goes on its ceaseless course, a silent hearse lost in the endless night of space. Still, the stars outside its window have hardly…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Distant 11 Feb 2021 A child sees a starship taking off, its mighty thrusters bellowing as it forces its haughty path into the vast and unexplored. His heart is on that ship, and he…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Distant 10 Feb 2021 I gaze upon the crystal stars, my white breath fogging up the glass. The little cabin grows colder as space invades. This foreign sky holds no constellations for me, nor…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Distant 9 Feb 2021 Hurtling through space at speeds my mind could not fathom, and yet the distant stars would not be bothered to move a single inch. Lost in a cramped escape pod,…
Captian's Log Directory: The Forgotten City of Ghouls 6 Feb 2021 As we approached the ruins, there were places where the rocky ground was cracked open in large fissures exposing the subterranean veins of a green, oozing slime. At night, we…
Captian's Log Drabble: Hidden Graves 27 Jan 2021 I heard a sound racing through the trees like a rushing river, a wild and powerful roar. Only I heard, and so I walked alone. I followed the shout into…
Captian's Log Short Poem: The Light 26 Jan 2021 The hills roll on into the distant haze,where everything goes on and on for days.This road I'm on is heading for the sun,and whether dawn or eventide I run.This heavy…
Captian's Log Poem: Dreaming 16 Jan 2021 Please Read: Dreaming Excerpt: Here in the words of the poet I cry, knowing the time has come for goodbye. Still there’s a glimmer of light in my eye, for…
Captian's Log Short Poem: A Mighty King 14 Jan 2021 Within an hallowed sepulcher there restsa mighty king whose withered frame suggestsyet still his ancient majesty. His headwith tarnished gold is crowned, and though he's dead,he still holds court, seated…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bubbles Bubbles 13 Jan 2021 Suffocating silence; insolent noise; the pendulum swings us into the grave. Extreme to extreme, neither reaching its full, the one falls back into the other. What silly mutterings are these,…