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.…
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;…
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