Captian's Log Drabble: The Migration into the Forbidden Forest 22 Jan 2022 The zombies weren't so bad after a while. They were docile during the day, and I was never much of a night owl anyway. The winters were tough, but summer…
Captian's Log Drabble: Hiding in the Dark 20 Jan 2022 No one could dream anymore. We could not let them. He was in our dreams. At first we killed those who fell asleep, but we were losing too many people…
Captian's Log Drabble: End of the Day 16 Jan 2022 Do you like it? I tried to find the best day. Don't try to talk. You're dying. I don't know what happens next. My job is here on earth. I…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Sidewalk Ends 13 Jan 2022 One day you gave up. I don't know why. You just stopped. You're like a dead fish carried in a stream; I see you moving, but there's no life there.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Hangry 4 Jan 2022 "The vampires are getting hangry." "Hangry?" "Yeah, it's a portmanteau. It's hungry plus angry. Hangry, get it?" "Yeah, I get it," he said, barely suppressing a groan. "I'm more concerned…
Captian's Log Drabble: For Whom the World Sings 2 Jan 2022 The ancient song is heard again by the infant laying low. Once more the age old melody is played. Sing, O world. O rivers, hum. O trees, shake your leaves.…
Captian's Log Musings at the Evening of the Year 29 Dec 2021 There is a silent spell within the setting sun, a strange and mystic poetry which fills the soul. There is a soft refrain within the falling snow, and every flake…
Captian's Log Drabble: Beside the Tree 14 Dec 2021 "They killed him beside that tree. Bloody scene. We found the body later," said the guide. "Why did they kill him?" asked the girl. "Stabbed him there beside that tree,"…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 13 Dec 202110 Dec 2021 They were all likewise covered, as I had covered them the previous day, but now they were arranged along the perimeter of my house, their arms resting neatly at their…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 12 Dec 202110 Dec 2021 All through that grim night there was this ceaseless drumming of dead hands against dead wood, of knuckles rapping against every door. They said nothing; they did not try to…
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