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 Descent 23 Jul 2019 “I would hate to have to call in Sam,” she threatened coldly. It was her oft sung line in this song. His work slowed, she pushed, he resisted, she would…
Captian's Log The Unburned Child 30 Jun 201930 Jun 2019 Had they come from heaven? Had they come from Hell? None could rightly say. They resembled dogs, big, horse sized dogs which glowed hot like a furnace underneath pitch black,…
Captian's Log A Nightmare 19 Jun 2019 I had a spectacular nightmare which filled me with such fear I was senseless as I started awake. No form of invented media can match the horror of a true…
Captian's Log Ashes and Bones 14 May 2019 Though everything was covered in ash, the fire still burned, glowing in the night. The grey flakes settled over all the land as the billowing flames sent their dark smoke,…
Captian's Log Straitjacket 8 May 2019 The withering branches of the old, dead tree reached into the night sky like fingers grasping the moon. Their thin silhouettes cut into the beauty of her majestic fullness in…
Captian's Log A Poem: Demons’ Birth 20 Mar 2019 Crawling out of Hell they return to earth. Bodies black and burned, fire gives them birth, bursting forth in plumes, ruptures from beneath. Out of Hell they crawl. Bloody corpses…
Captian's Log Out of Hell 27 Feb 2019 At sundry times, the interspeaker drolled: “Boarding: Alpha Gate to Oblivion Boarding: Lambda Gate to Limbo Boarding: Omega Gate out of Hell.” He rose, he thought solemnly, holding his little…
Captian's Log The Damned’s Perspective 17 Feb 2019 C. S. Lewis wrote: "I begin to suspect that the world is divided not only into the happy and unhappy, but into those who like happiness and those who, odd…
Captian's Log Poem: No Longer Mine’s to Be 15 Feb 2019 Please read: No Longer Mine’s to Be Excerpt: Sometimes you feel something will give, yet know not when you’ll break. I reached my hand out to my love. Empty, my hand…
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