Captian's Log Short Story: The Freak’s Fortune 28 Jul 2021 Please Read: The Freak's Fortune Excerpt: The freak sits on his little wicker chair, his squinty eyes, like black marbles, following the passersby of the fair. Families and couples, young…
Captian's Log Poem: Carried to the Sea 16 Jul 2021 The water running from the hill, the rapids white like snow, the rocks which time again do kill those dashed here by the flow. And dashed one more, here by…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Miscatony Werewolf 25 Jun 2021 In the darkening daylight of evening a cool mist fell. We stood on the top of a rocky hill, the rolling landscape fading from view under the gentle veil of…
Captian's Log Poem: Murders Down a Mountain 19 May 2021 Five men on a mountain, four men in a stream, three men on the road, and two not what they seem. One man is left, but he'll not tell his…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Caiaphas 11 May 2021 The lunatics are driving me to distraction. There is one in particular. He has been the bane of my existence since coming to the hospital. I find him worse than…
Captian's Log Short Story: Reunion with a Vampire 2 May 2021 "Your beauty is still as deadly as the day I first saw you," I say. I watch her face. The eyes narrow a moment. I smile back at her. "Do…
Captian's Log Short: Drunken Musings in the Dark 15 Apr 2021 A frenzy of insects buzzed around the exposed bulb. Sitting on my porch, drowsy by liquor, I watched the mass of mindless bugs circle and circle as the hours moved…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 13 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 The shots ring out, and in a semi-comic scene, he falls behind the counter, his legs flailing in the air a moment. I grin, chuckling a little. Throwing the gun…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 12 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 There is a radio droning on beside him, the volume low. Reports of traffic, clear, summer days, an end to the war, all white noise. All these ebb and flow,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 11 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 He looks at me from across the counter, his eyes drooping. A bushy mustache hides his lips, and his cheeks and chin are dark with stubble. A thin, white cigarette…
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