Captian's Log Short Poem: Fallen King 13 Jul 2019 The king stood, all but dead, his crown heavy on his head And his sword was pointing right at you— you’re the lord of death. The king stooped old with…
Captian's Log Short Story: Loathsome 10 Jul 2019 What does the word wasteland unveil of that rotting plain where men once roamed, where life abundant was, that old world we knew as Earth? She is gone now, time…
Captian's Log The White Field 8 Jul 20198 Jul 2019 The sun beat down upon the dead. No soul came to claim the rotting flesh. It was a sea of carnage, dried and desolate. The dogs and birds feasted for…
Captian's Log Poem: The Gods of Death 2 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The Great Worm The Worm, it eats, and worms devour the subtlest forms of man. The Worm, loveless, in empty bower consumes all life began. The Darkness The spreading shadows…
Captian's Log Poem: Memorials 26 Jun 201926 Jun 2019 Please Read: Memorials Excerpt: I wandered through the ancient stones when by a mossy stump freezing, I turned my aching bones to ponder this strange lump. [Continue Reading] First appeared: Rough Draft…
Captian's Log Rough Draft | Poem: Graveyard 22 Jun 2019 I wandered through the ancient stones when by a mossy stump freezing, I turned my aching bones to ponder this strange lump. The markers all around the place were crumbled,…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Little One, Little One 14 Jun 2019 Little one, little one, why do you weep? Little one, little one, go back to sleep. Little one, little one, why do you groan? Little one, little one, how you…
Captian's Log Above and Below 10 Jun 201910 Jun 2019 As is the case with strange things, a history is hard to provide. This letter is unsigned, unaddressed, and missing preceding pages. I know not the whole story, I only…
Captian's Log Can You See Me? 5 Jun 2019 “Can you see me?” he whispered. She continued with her chores silently, gliding like a dancer through the house. He followed her, broken, sometimes whispering, sometimes shouting, begging to be…
Captian's Log Journey’s End 30 May 2019 The open road stretched on into the setting sun. Yawning, his eyes squinting nearly shut, the driver turned his headlights on with a twist. Rolling the window down an inch,…
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