Captian's Log Short Story: Cold Inside 9 Sep 2018 Please read: Cold Inside Excerpt: Even inside, far from any lightening flash or din of rain, you could feel the storm. It had seeped into the very air, a damp atmosphere…
Captian's Log Wizard’s Death 26 Aug 201826 Aug 2018 Marvelous, that green, those treetops, the taste of the mist on your tongue, the early rays of dawn coming over the hills; nothing could match it. It was all so…
Captian's Log Reflection: Sunrise 23 Aug 2018 Please read my reflection: Sunrise excerpt: It was gentle weather after the rain, and the morning’s misty air, the wet earth, that dawning new day with its bright yellows mixing…
Captian's Log An Odd Poem: Directions to Hades 22 Aug 2018 Thought to play around with rhythm and rhyme. Please enjoy. Let me tell you the way unto Necropolis: While his breath still remains a man may walk those streets meant…
Captian's Log Come Forth 20 Aug 2018 Pointless Overthinking gave us a gem of a question: If you have to express your core belief in one sentence, what would that sentence be? It’s hard to boil down…
Captian's Log Sonnet: Dream On 2 Aug 2018 Check out: Dream On Somewhat enamored of the song, Dream On, and meditating upon Christ's words, "Then neither do I condemn you," I imagined a twilit scene, a pool, and a knife.…
Captian's Log Short Story: This Day 1 Aug 2018 Check out: This Day Excerpt: The snow fell in torrents throughout the day, but suddenly, after the fall of night, quit, and then the skies were the opening of the crystal…
Captian's Log Goodbye 25 Jul 2018 Turning my calendar this morning, one guaranteeing a Chuck Norris joke a day, I read, “Chuck Norris cried once. The place is now known as Niagara Falls.” I hadn’t the…
Captian's Log Short Story: Death’s Sword 22 Jul 2018 I don’t want to be here. My body trembles, rebelling against every step. Behind me they call, calling me back toward them, but they don’t know. Turning from the darkness,…
Captian's Log God Bless Me 21 Jul 2018 I am afraid. I lie in bed petrified. I don’t want to get up, just sleep. I want to sleep forever. On my nightstand is yesterday’s mail. No, it’s older:…
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