Captian's Log Unconscionable Sorrow 14 Oct 2020 My unconscionable sorrow, like some treacherous tide, flows over me in a moment. I'm drowned in my own salty tears. I hold my breath, grasping the rock below. Soon the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Lovers 4 Oct 2020 The lovers leave their silent intercourse, and part unto their homes. Her smile hidden by a veil of chestnut locks, she glances after him, her eye longing to see him…
By the Sword Drabble: Awake 24 Sep 2020 The ceaseless rain and endless night, this cold and dark ending, and still the call: The hero hears his long forgotten name like a whisper rising over the thundering storm.…
Captian's Log Short: Timer 22 Sep 2020 The timer's almost up, its little knob slowly returning to zero. You can hear how the mechanism's pitch changes slightly as the end approaches. I wonder if I will feel…
Captian's Log Drabble: Lighthouse 17 Sep 2020 Waves break upon the rocky cliff, their foamy splash sent shooting in all directions. The rock remains, and on that ground the lighthouse stands. At night, when the winds roar…
Captian's Log Drabble: Miasma 6 Sep 2020 Dear Reader, I am feeling a little sick. Please enjoy a short, somewhat abrupt, offering. There's something in the atmosphere. I can smell it. I can feel it against my…
Captian's Log Drabble: Longing to Dream 3 Sep 2020 They fill the earth with noise, not music, and there is no reprieve, no silent moment, no place for reflection and thought—there is no time to dream. But I have…
Captian's Log Drabble: Castle of the Mind 1 Sep 2020 There is a castle in the minds of men which they do not approach. There is still an occupant there, waiting in the castle. He, up in his tower, high…
Captian's Log Drabble: Deadly Eye 30 Aug 2020 The deadly glare of the idol I thought was a metaphor, some superstition meant to symbolize the power of the tribe's deity; I was wrong. I can feel that demon's…
Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting to be Heard 15 Aug 2020 The silent tread of a ghost cannot be heard, only felt, and his wordless moans are only understood in a dream. Some spirits must roam for a thousand years before…
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