Captian's Log Short Story: The Sketch 25 Jan 2021 Please Read: The Sketch “It disturbed you?” “Yes.” “Most people,” I go on, “merely feel some form of discomfort, a chill and so forth.” His hand was raised again. “So…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Sketch 24 Jan 2021 The crazed convulsions reached their peak, the patient straining at his bonds, then suddenly were ended. Comatose, barely breathing, he lay. I grabbed his wrist. His pulse was weak. I…
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,…
Captian's Log Short Story: A Game 8 Dec 2020 The gun felt hot, electric to the touch, and try as I might, in my unsteady hand, its quivering nozzle waved unsurely back and forth. But, at this distance, I…
Captian's Log Dialogue: Why? 8 Oct 2020 "I don't know how it came to this. There's trash all around us. That's a dumpster. We're hiding in an alleyway." "You asked a question." "It was just a question."…
Captian's Log Into the Wintry Night 18 Aug 2020 "I admit to my confusion, dear Mortimer. You want me to die, I suppose, catch my death of cold, risk life and limb, and for what, a measly band of…
Captian's Log Poem: Will-O-Wisp 23 Jun 2020 The haunting glow there through the mist —so quickly fading out of sight— of what, pray tell, does it consist? What be this strange and eerie light? A will-o-wisp, I’m…
Captian's Log Dialogue: Check Up 2 Jan 2020 Doctor: Patient 71, identified as . . . John Doe. Died as of . . . unknown. Is there anything you’d like to declare? 71: We will rise. Doctor: Yes,…
Captian's Log Dialogue: Interesting Questions 20 Nov 2019 Please read: Interesting Questions Excerpt: “I played chess with a ghost once,” my friend offered. He was always a little uneasy in long drawn out silences, as well as short pauses,…
Captian's Log Praying for the Dawn 30 Jul 2019 The council, clothed in the high shadows above the dock, made themselves known, their speaker’s voice breaking the silence, “Young Mr. Ebenright.” For a moment the addressed was a caged…
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