Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting to be Heard 15 Aug 2020 The silent tread of a ghost cannot be heard, only felt, and his wordless moans are only understood in a dream. Some spirits must roam for a thousand years before…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Old Ghosts 12 Aug 2020 (Hey, I'm feeling a little sick. I've been working on this story for a few days, but it still isn't finished. Please enjoy another excerpt. Original post) I pause at…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Old Ghosts 9 Aug 2020 The dirt is soft but heavy. My spade easily breaks through the wet earth, but my shoulders ache as I lift the shovel. With every thrust perspiration builds under my…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Silent Darkness 13 Jul 2020 The darkness of the house cannot be seen. It is felt. It's in every creaking floorboard or protruding, rusted nail. It's there in the mold covered cupboards, their shelves empty…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost’s Eyes 7 Aug 2019 Please Read: Ghost’s Eyes Excerpt: When roaming through the night he stopped by the lamppost, his face turned to the light. That’s how I saw the ghost. [continue]
Captian's Log Ghost Story: Funeral Party 31 Oct 2018 Pleas read: Funeral Party This has been a long time coming. I started this story nearly eight years ago, and working on it here and there since then have come to…
Captian's Log Halloween Declaration: Here Comes October 27 Sep 2018 October’s around the corner, and already the spirit of Halloween is infesting the environment. Here and there the cardboard cut outs of tombstones decorate the yards along this and that…
Captian's Log Short Story: Cold Inside 9 Sep 2018 Please read: Cold Inside Excerpt: Even inside, far from any lightening flash or din of rain, you could feel the storm. It had seeped into the very air, a damp atmosphere…
Captian's Log Poem: The Ships Beelzebub 25 Jun 2018 Please read: The Ship Beelzebub Well, another Ghost Ship poem. I hope you enjoy.
Captian's Log Continued: The Ship Beelzebub 21 Jun 2018 The original post: Unfinished. Now breaking through the misty sea with scores of seagulls merrily as like when kings their servants send to cry his proach to any friend, or to…
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