Captian's Log Short Story: We Were Human 20 Jan 2020 “They were human once, were things of blood and bone and flesh, would cry or laugh, they were once men like unto all men, would have died like all men…
Captian's Log The Masked Devil 13 Jan 202013 Jan 2020 The dissonant chords broke through the haze of my clouded thoughts, interrupting my troubled revelries. The figurine of Satan twirled as the music box ground out its pre-written tune. The…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs Short Story: The Island 9 Jan 20209 Jan 2020 There is an island I know of. It’s not a place sailors are likely to put on a map. It can’t be got to that way. I don’t know where…
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 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 Short Story: Under 12 Sep 2019 Please read: Under Excerpt: The overcast skies disperse the sun, the grey clouds grown white with its light. The air, so crisp, greets my hungry lungs like a song, as if…
Captian's Log On Writing: The Sky is Blue 20 Aug 2019 I have found people praising certain literary ideas which, to my mind, fail, and not to call out any one ideology, but these ideas are often feminist. They are praised…
Captian's Log Darkness Rises 13 Aug 201912 Aug 2019 Night stretched over the world as the darkness enveloped her mind. Noon died suddenly as she lay gasping for breath. She was not a strong woman; she was just a…
Captian's Log Ghosts and Blood 28 Jul 2019 Her head was shaven, but already shadows of stubble grew over her pale scalp. The grey clothes hanging off of her fit about as well as a box might have…
Captian's Log Great Dreams 25 Jul 2019 The regular columns, their broken remains, measured out the old theatre’s perimeter. He stood in its centre, dreaming of the crowds which once sat spellbound to tragedies, uproared at comedies,…
