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…
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 Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 9 Mar 2021 The butcher's shop, its door propped open with a little wooden wedge, sent the enticing aroma of salami and pepperoni out unto the sidewalk; good marketing. Beside it, the closed…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 8 Mar 2021 The shadow of the blimp passed, and I shivered in its darkness. Overhead, its motors roared, a distant din, and I, with hands in pockets, walked on, whistling a simple…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: What’s Done 2 Nov 2020 My hand is in the satchel, and I feel the coldness against my palm. Grasping the little demon, I pull it into the light. Again, I close my eyes, and…
Captian's Log Drabble Series:What’s Done 1 Nov 2020 No more lies, I tell myself. The idol seems heavy as I walk through the halls of the apartment. So silent, this abandoned place. When will they find the body?…
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…
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