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…
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 Drabble From the Typewriter: Being Free 14 Nov 2021 We have seen wonders no tongue can tell. Our eyes have looked upon what we cannot explain. Do not think me mad. Blind! You who have not seen! There are…
Captian's Log Drabble: Ready Whispers 13 Nov 2021 We waited in the shadows of the silent temple, like shadows ourselves hidden under the crimson eaves of that quiet place. He would come, a pilgrim like the rest, unspeaking…
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