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…
Captian's Log Drabble: Time Waits 14 Aug 2020 The lovers never cried as the distance grew, nor were they saddened by the lapping waves rising and falling between them. Time would wait, they knew, and love was immortal.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Murder 6 Aug 2020 The solid thud of his body hitting the sand, the little cloud rising around his still form, the echoing gunshot—it was all over. Smoke rose from the glistening barrel of…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Attic 3 Aug 2020 The dirty stairs to the attic, long unused, creek underfoot. The shadows of evening creep in through the round windows as I ascend. Dust plays before my eyes, dancing in…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dragon’s Dream 1 Aug 2020 The ancient dragon shifted in the darkness below the world, half waking for a moment, a bleary eye the size of the moon peering into the fathomless shadows surrounding it.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 31 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 The sea is cold; the sun is hot. Men's lives are short compared to these eternal things, but one life, though brief, or one man, though so much smaller than…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 30 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 Delirious, rocked by the ocean, he lies in an officer's bed, quite senseless of the hands which replace upon his brow a cold rag. At times he moans, and she…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 29 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 My bleeding lips crack under the burning sun. The sweet taste of my own blood is all I have to drink—there is no water but that deadly brine the ocean…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 28 Jul 2020 Safe from the murderous sea, I watch as bits of broken timber are thrown up by the tide onto land. I am this dead wood's elder brother, for so I…
Captian's Log Drabble: Wasteland 22 Jul 2020 The wasteland, dead and silent. The only sound comes with the storms, when the countless sands are stirred and take flight. Even here, though, the cruel winds are mostly dead.…
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