Captian's Log Drabble: Hammer 21 Nov 2019 His blood fell from him onto the floor, dripping slowly from his brow. The hammer had left a crater in his skull. He stood there, his body processing the blow…
Captian's Log Drabbel: The Trail 19 Nov 201919 Nov 2019 In this world of white walls, white ceilings, and white floors, the specks of blood were like neon. Wet against the slick linoleum a path of dots lead on: here…
Captian's Log Drabble: Vigil 5 Nov 2019 The damned souls wailed piteous cries, their voices echoing long into the dark despair of Hell. Oblivious, she stepped onto the scene. The tormented wrecks, the remains of humanity bound…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dust 2 Nov 2019 Where not was the ash? It was settled over the ground, grey and dusty. The breeze moved it about in dreary swells. Sometimes you saw what was beneath, the charred…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Blessed Mist 26 Oct 2019 The hills rolled on forever, deep into the mist, and yet, she knew that far beyond her sight the world awaited, the depressing potholes, the vain cars, broken windows and…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Desert 11 Oct 2019 A shadow passes overhead, and soon is joined by others. Circling, the vultures gather ‘round me in this dried desert. I don’t bother looking up; the miserable cretins may follow…
Captian's Log Shadows 28 Sep 2019 I feel my body stir, long wasting in this darkness, as something pulls at my soul. Fighting through the filth and mildew surrounding me, I break into the air, the…
Captian's Log Cozy 25 Sep 2019 The soft light, diffused under a manila shade, glowed warmly in the corner, an unobtrusive lamp illuminating the final few pages of a mystery. He, the detective within the book,…
Captian's Log Charades 22 Sep 201922 Sep 2019 As always, the hateful quiet descends. I know I am alone. Politeness follows. We smile, and the conversation goes nowhere. Goodbye, I’ll say in a moment. See you again, I’ll…
Captian's Log The Music of Morning and Night 20 Sep 2019 Alone at night, the stars above, the fire smoldering to embers at his feet, the minstrel strums his dreamy chords. The wind enlivens some distant trees, which swaying dance for…
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