Captian's Log Drabble: The Abandoned Rooms of Reality 19 Jul 2020 There are secret places in this world, hidden doors, closed off rooms, which some remember. They remain in shadows, and there is darkness within them. I have stolen into one,…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Archer 18 Jul 2020 The string is taut; the bow is bent; the arrow straight. The dart, it flies; the dart, it hits; the dart, it kills. The man, he falls; the blood pours…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bad Dreams 5 Jul 2020 The ancient horrors clawing at my mind reveal not their names. Their wretched voices, wordless grumbles, fill my head with dreams. The night is their stage, and yet the sun…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider and the Raven 3 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 The spider and raven conspired: Raven: I don’t understand the humans. Spider: Neither do I. Raven: They never fight for their food but give it away like parents to chicks.…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider 2 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 In the shadows of her hole, her eight legs quivering with zeal, the spider felt the shaking webs. The food, she knew, the food was outside, scurrying outside. Louder now;…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Raven 1 Jul 2020 The raven’s black quills, glistening like rainbows in the sun, fold upon its back as the cunning bird lands upon the roof of some cart. His shining eyes survey the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Gentle River 29 Jun 2020 The flowing river’s gentle roar carries me into the night, and by its bank, sighing, I rest my head against a log. Goodnight, I whisper to the mighty river as…
Captian's Log Drabble: A Passing Thought 27 Jun 2020 The reflection in the lake catches a passing bird, whose shadowy and murky form glide quickly over the glasslike water until it reaches the edge of the pool and is…
Captian's Log Drabble: Desert of the Mind 17 Jun 2020 The cold wastes of nowhere are a desert of dreams, and the wanderers there never see the beginning or end to anything. They are cursed, thrown from one mindless rational…
Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting 14 Jun 2020 The train was roaming round the hill, its black smoke lifting into the air and slowly fading into the clear, blue sky. The distant plume was soon the only sight…
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