Captian's Log Drabble: Decoy 27 Sep 2021 He lay in the snow, his breath rising in little, white puffs. The soft rumble of the approaching engine grew, and he rested the barrel of his rifle against a…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 7 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 Sorry, one more thought. I know I said no more interruptions, but this is more of a postscript. When you get this, it should come with a paper trail showing…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 6 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 Okay, I put the recorder away until I got to my safe house. No more interruptions. Saul's MO were young, blonde women who like pumpkin spice and were looking for…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 5 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 That was tense. Cop pulled me over. Thought I had a phone in my hand. Just this recorder. Still got a warning. Umm . . . we hunt them. Not…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 4 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 I'm on the road. Saul's dead. Sorry I cut the recording. I didn't want you to hear. You were close. I'm sorry. But maybe by now, when this reaches you,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 3 Sep 2021 I hope, when it's over, when you hear this, you'll understand. I hope . . . I hope you listen. I get it. You probably think . . . you…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Soul in the Storm 18 Aug 2021 Heaven's torrential rain fell like a flood and poured itself upon the thirsty ground. The showers broke as my chest burst out blood; The thunder cracks muffled the gunshot sound.…
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…
