Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 5 Dec 2021 I drew nearer. They didn't move. Another labored step. They were still as stone. Now I could see them, their bright uniforms standing out against the white fog. Was I…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 4 Dec 2021 The rain had ended, and the rising sun was lifting the dew from the cold earth, filling the morning with a gentle fog. God had given me one more blessing:…
Captian's Log Killing Trees 3 Dec 2021 My bank is always asking me to go paperless. "Save a tree," they say, but so far, I have declined their kind offers. So, every month they send me a…
Captian's Log Drabble: No Sympathy for Lovers 30 Nov 2021 "I never knew. I never guessed. I guess it was obvious to anyone with half a brain, but I was in love. There's no sympathy for lovers, they're all fools."…
Captian's Log Poem: The Shadow of the Hanged Man 29 Nov 2021 Please Read:The Shadowof theHanged Man https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/the-shadow-of-the-hanged-man/?preview_id=11290&preview_nonce=8e958b46a3&preview=true&_thumbnail_id=196
Captian's Log Drabble: The Tightrope 27 Nov 2021 How thin the line between what was and what will be, this little moment called the now, this razor's edge we walk. I think my feet are bloody, but I…
Captian's Log Drabble: When the Dragons Were Released 23 Nov 2021 We heard the sound of it, and felt the earth tremble beneath our feet. We were too late, I realized as that lone, black plume of smoke rose in the…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Waiting for the Darkness 16 Nov 202116 Nov 2021 The ancient melodies must have been born from such a precipice. Here on top of the world, I fall out my own eyes into the vast landscape below. There is…
Captian's Log Let Loose the Memes of War 11 Nov 202111 Nov 2021 Do you ever get the feeling that this isn't about reason? Terror seldom is. One political faction warns that if the jury does not decide against Rittenhouse, there will be…
Captian's Log Holiday Blues 8 Nov 2021 The world was beautiful after the rain, but though the afternoon sun shone brightly, there was a taste of winter in the air. I wonder if the dead could feel…
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