Captian's Log Short: Werewolf Attack 30 Nov 2020 There is no validation. There is only the storm. I see its form in the night breaking through the curtain of rain. He moves slowly. The earth under him is…
By the Sword Drabble: Awake 24 Sep 2020 The ceaseless rain and endless night, this cold and dark ending, and still the call: The hero hears his long forgotten name like a whisper rising over the thundering storm.…
Captian's Log It Rained! 18 Sep 2020 It finally rained last night. I couldn't sleep. I was lying in bed with a headache—I should have known then; I always get a headache before a storm. I couldn't…
Captian's Log Poem: Unspoken Woe 10 Sep 2020 Please Read: Unspoken Woe I hope we dream again, but soon the dawn will break. I miss the gentle rain so soft upon the lake. But dreams must always end…
Captian's Log Drabble: My Way Is Dark 4 Sep 2020 As I walk, and the sun is setting, my shadow stretches before me, a dark streak, a black pathway, I cannot avoid. All around me, the shop windows, the white…
Captian's Log Poem: Summer Rain 26 Jul 2020 How wonderful the summer rain when thunder crashes round after the flashing lights ordain that heaven love the ground. So then the Sky will touch the Earth and fill her…
Captian's Log Short Story: Drainpipe 15 Jul 2020 An old drainpipe, clothed in patches of green lichen, drips continually beside me. The house it's connected to is old, worn down. It rained last night, and it was cold.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Desert of the Mind 17 Jun 2020 The cold wastes of nowhere are a desert of dreams, and the wanderers there never see the beginning or end to anything. They are cursed, thrown from one mindless rational…
Captian's Log Short: World of Dust 3 Jun 2020 There, on the horizon where the piercing white sands meet with the sky’s unremitting blue separating the dead desert and the glorious heaven, is a faint haze. The horizon blurs,…
Captian's Log Poem: Dark Heaven 29 May 2020 Compare what joy is found in fairer days, in sunlit climes and sunlit blaze, with dreary darkened skies from which rain flies. The cold, I’m told, is worse, by far.…
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