Captian's Log Drabble: Black Covenant 20 Feb 2021 He made a covenant, with what I do not know, and he would keep his terrible oath: He would spill blood every day of his life. There may be something…
Captian's Log Short Story: Oblivion 4 Feb 2021 The rail's regular rhythm rocked me through the night with gentle, loving sways, and yet oblivion's sister would not come for me. Dreadfully sober, I spent the night in dark…
Captian's Log Short Story: Seeking the Dawn 19 Jan 2021 There's a darkness in my soul, something in harmony with the storm. As heaven pelts me with rain, I rejoice. It feels clean, this resonance, this release. My hot breath…
Captian's Log Drabble: Song of David 23 Oct 2020 He came upon the stage, a weary smile hanging on his face, and through his gritted teeth began to play. O the chords he strummed, the notes he plucked, and…
Captian's Log They Die Alone 7 Oct 2019 The broken warrior leaned upon the overturned wagon, his sword wavering as he held it between himself and the bandit. One of the horses whinnied, confused and in pain, dying…
Captian's Log Short Story: Under 12 Sep 2019 Please read: Under Excerpt: The overcast skies disperse the sun, the grey clouds grown white with its light. The air, so crisp, greets my hungry lungs like a song, as if…
Captian's Log Rant: The Double Edge of Truth 18 Jul 2019 I’m hurt. I mean, I have spent hours writing, giving up sleep and fellowship, without any exact reason, posting things to my blog because I am not well. I doubt…
Captian's Log The Door is Locked 3 Jul 2019 In quiet, peaceful lands a blackened hearth remains. It was there I saw them last, and there I locked them in. And still the door, charred like the hearth, stands…
Captian's Log Poem: The Twisted Ones 27 Jun 2019 (A quickly written post tonight. Please enjoy.) The twisted ones can barely walk, but shanter on and out. The twisted ones can barely talk, but corkle with a shout. And…
Captian's Log Nothing Can Change the Past 23 Jun 2019 “What happened?” “We happened.” “WE HAPPENED? What are you saying?” “The demons were our own. We wrote the nightmare with every bitter word and careless silence. Don’t look at me…
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