Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 11 Dec 202110 Dec 2021 The fog had grown thick again, and his bloodless features nearly melted into the curling white mist. I had just about passed out of the room, and but for a…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 10 Dec 2021 Night fell, and my house grew quiet and dim. It had been built a little too near the Witch's Bower for most folk, and as such, my nearest neighbors were…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 9 Dec 2021 All day I gathered the bodies. I went into every room, even the secret chambers (which had been, thankfully, undisturbed), from attic to basement, searching for any remnant of soldiery…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 8 Dec 2021 Colonel Roberts: I found him like the rest. He was sitting up at the head of my table with some of his cronies. They had brought out an old map,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 7 Dec 2021 Cursing at the bullet still lodged in my thigh, I sprinted through the garden up to my door, but found that it too, like the gate, had been forced, the…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 6 Dec 2021 At first, I wondered if they were scarecrows, if I had fallen into some clever ploy, but no. These were no straw men. They were flesh and bone, and they…
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 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 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…
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