Captian's Log Happy 5 Jul 2022 It started raining a little before noon today, just a light rain. Its soft and gentle patter filled my heart with gladness, and I could not help but "think to…
Captian's Log The Meeting 3 Jul 20222 Jul 2022 The hinges creaked as he pushed the unlatched door open. They all turned toward him, their red eyes sparkling. Chance swallowed, studying each of their faces. The first was a…
Captian's Log Sepulcher 26 Jun 202225 Jun 2022 The musty air was mixed with the faintest tint of death, like the subtle fumes of a grave, odors which nature knows but man cannot smell. Nature knows, but doesn't…
Captian's Log Trapdoor 19 Jun 202218 Jun 2022 The hollow echo of their steps rebounded into Chance's ears with thrilling, subtle evolutions; what monsters stalk this empty church? What terrors lurk in this dark cathedral? Just two men,…
Captian's Log Prelude 12 Jun 202211 Jun 2022 The old stones of the city stood silently, as they had throughout long ages past, while the rain fell. An old church, empty—its vomiting gargoyles and sneering grotesques giving faces…
Captian's Log Breaking 6 Jun 2022 I've been battling some severe writer's block the last few weeks. Everything I write feels forced, and all I want to do is drink myself silly. Well, today, I decided…
Captian's Log Home 3 Jun 2022 There are no voices in the rain but the laughter of the trees as heaven falls through their hair. They sway and dance, rejoicing under the grey clouds. Their limbs…
Captian's Log Fill My Ears 7 Mar 2022 The rain was still falling. It was really just a mist now, but the loud drip-drop coming off the eaves and falling, splat, upon the porch, filled my ears like…
Captian's Log Come Back 17 Feb 2022 "Some say the gargoyles cry over you. I can't blame them. Every day is colder since you . . . and every morning seems a little darker than the last.…
Captian's Log Poem: The Morning 7 Feb 2022 The muted silence of the dying rain,eyes closed, my head against the window pane,the growing dawn upon unguarded skin,the scent of you and all that could have been. The kettle's…
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