Captian's Log Drabble: Hidden Graves 27 Jan 2021 I heard a sound racing through the trees like a rushing river, a wild and powerful roar. Only I heard, and so I walked alone. I followed the shout into…
Captian's Log Unfinished: The Sketch 23 Jan 2021 The crazed convulsions reached their peak, the patient straining at his bonds, then suddenly were ended. Comatose, barely breathing, he lay. I grabbed his wrist. His pulse was weak. I…
Captian's Log Drabble: Silence 22 Jan 2021 There are silent songs and whispered words and melodies unheard, and yet my voice is fading in the winds. I shouted on the plains, I cried upon the cliffs, I…
Captian's Log Drabble: Blood and Fire 21 Jan 2021 The time has come, the time has passed, and here we are like dead men unable to act. We stand here confused, speechless. What a monstrous thing has been done,…
Captian's Log Drabble: I Can Sleep 18 Jan 202118 Jan 2021 Deep under the currents of the ocean, far beneath the waves of the sea, there slumbers a dreadful thing. Long has it slept, long has it dreamed, and long has…
Captian's Log Drabble: Zombie’s Eye 17 Jan 2021 The zombie's jaw quietly clicked as he lazily snapped at the air. His pale eyes wandered around the dark room. What could he see? What was the bank of computers…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bubbles Bubbles 13 Jan 2021 Suffocating silence; insolent noise; the pendulum swings us into the grave. Extreme to extreme, neither reaching its full, the one falls back into the other. What silly mutterings are these,…
Captian's Log Drabble: Crashing Sea 12 Jan 2021 The zombie stayed upon a precipice, his lifeless eyes following after his quarry. Down, down, down into the crashing waves the horrified man had plunged. If zombies have expressions, this…
Captian's Log Drabble: We Hear 9 Jan 2021 And we heard you in the night when the dying embers of our neglected fire let out their last gasps of warmth. We heard you in the morning as the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dungeon 5 Jan 20211 Jan 2021 The bloody corpse limply hung within my arms, the course and flow of its life spent, merely a soft dripping now. All the color gone, gone without the blood. His…
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