Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 10 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 A man carries things in life. Some things a man's forced to carry, for no man is his own master. Some things we want to carry. Mostly, it's a mixture.…
Captian's Log Short Story: Who Cares? 5 Mar 2021 "Whatever dreams or machinations exist in your warped little imagination, I want you to keep ever on the cusp of your consciousness, the fact that . . . " I…
Captian's Log Drabble: Black Covenant 20 Feb 2021 He made a covenant, with what I do not know, and he would keep his terrible oath: He would spill blood every day of his life. There may be something…
Captian's Log The Murderer 17 Feb 2021 The night is long, its hours stretching like shadows in the setting sun. Last night has stretched far, stretching even into the morning, and the new day is tainted by…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Just Free 15 Jan 202124 Sep 2025 She knocked on my door. I saw her distorted image through the fisheyed peephole. The door opened. "He's dead," she said, her foot tapping. I nod. "How?" She sighed and…
Captian's Log Short Story: A Game 8 Dec 2020 The gun felt hot, electric to the touch, and try as I might, in my unsteady hand, its quivering nozzle waved unsurely back and forth. But, at this distance, I…
Captian's Log Lines of Verse 18 Nov 2020 Under the cloudy moon, and in the winter air, across deserted streets within the gaslight's glare a body lies forlorn, and cold as like a stone. Her lips without color;…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: What’s Done 30 Oct 2020 I replace the idol into my satchel, and as I leave, I turn once more to the dead thing on the floor. The blood is splattered everywhere, and it pools…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: What’s Done 29 Oct 2020 I hated him, but this seems so cruel. I had stood there, begging him not to open the door, knowing he'd have to, have to prove himself, have to throw…
Captian's Log Short Story: Bleeding 22 Aug 2020 Please Read:Bleeding Excerpt: I grunted. Time meant nothing to me as I quietly bled onto the plastic cushion. He’d come or I’d go. I’d go either way. He comes, and…
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