Captian's Log The Other Side 6 Nov 2021 The night was cold and dark, the rain falling fast and hard, and the wind was raging over the sea. The windshield wipers squeaked in their furied race back and…
Captian's Log The Firing of Miss Croft 5 Nov 2021 "That's the whole story," she said. I sat back in my chair, thinking it over. She added, "Maybe it's best if no one knows." "Probably," I said. "But we're in…
Captian's Log The Dying 4 Nov 20214 Mar 2023 There is a monster in the darkness. He cannot be seen but for his eyes. They gleam from the shadows. There is a monster in the hearts of men. Men…
Captian's Log Short: Visions in the Fog 3 Nov 2021 It was the sun's delight to shine through the trees, the morning mists' to glow when his bright beams struck, and the trees' to stand tall and hold their darkness…
Captian's Log Poem: Stopping by Sirens on a Cloudy Night 2 Nov 2021 I heard the siren's song that nightwhen moon and stars were hid from sightand all was shrouded in the darksave for my feeble, little light. And in the glow of…
Captian's Log Short: The End of a Long Night 1 Nov 2021 "Let me see the sunrise," I said. "What?" he asked. "It's been a long night." We went up the stairs together, the sound of our footsteps filling our ears. When…
Captian's Log Happy Halloween | Ghosted 31 Oct 202130 Oct 2021 So, I won the ghost story competition I mentioned in my post, Preparing for Halloween. Go read it here: The doorbell rang with an insistent temerity. A glance at my…
Captian's Log Drabble: Only Deeper In 30 Oct 2021 No one ever goes to Hell. The invective is rather misleading. People wake up to Hell. Little by little, they construct their own torture chambers. Like some peckish foul fattening…
Captian's Log Short: I Don’t Believe in Rats 29 Oct 2021 I could hear them scurrying in the darkness, their little claws scratching, their yellowed teeth tearing. Their squeaks and squeals echoed through the cavernous passages. This was their home; I…
Captian's Log Short: The Dark Thing on the Beach 27 Oct 2021 The lighthouse stood, not perfectly straight, on the very extreme of the craggy bluff. It leaned as men are known to lean when they want to catch sight of something…
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