Captian's Log Drabble: The Tightrope 27 Nov 2021 How thin the line between what was and what will be, this little moment called the now, this razor's edge we walk. I think my feet are bloody, but I…
Captian's Log Young and Old 26 Nov 2021 NOTE: I've been playing with the character of the young man (Roy?) in my mind for a while. I don't have a story for him, quite yet, just some ideas.…
Captian's Log Drabble: When the Dragons Were Released 23 Nov 2021 We heard the sound of it, and felt the earth tremble beneath our feet. We were too late, I realized as that lone, black plume of smoke rose in the…
Captian's Log The Assassin’s Confession 22 Nov 2021 "So that's it? You're just a gun for hire, eh? A damned assassin?" "Not primarily. I was a sailor, mostly, well, to be honest, a smuggler, but everyone was back…
Captian's Log Short Story: Lost Myself Reading 21 Nov 202120 Nov 2021 I originally posted this here for a writing prompt. How long I sat there in silent study, I cannot tell. I know that when I first pulled down that book…
Captian's Log Stranger Than Fiction 20 Nov 2021 I originally posted this here in reply to a writing prompt. Okay, you may or may not believe this, and I don't blame you if you don't. Let me preface…
Captian's Log The Runner 19 Nov 2021 He did not look old, but he was not young. He did not look old except for his eyes. As we nursed him through his fever, they would sometimes open…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Waiting for the Darkness 16 Nov 202116 Nov 2021 The ancient melodies must have been born from such a precipice. Here on top of the world, I fall out my own eyes into the vast landscape below. There is…
Captian's Log Drabble From the Typewriter: Being Free 14 Nov 2021 We have seen wonders no tongue can tell. Our eyes have looked upon what we cannot explain. Do not think me mad. Blind! You who have not seen! There are…
Captian's Log Drabble: Ready Whispers 13 Nov 2021 We waited in the shadows of the silent temple, like shadows ourselves hidden under the crimson eaves of that quiet place. He would come, a pilgrim like the rest, unspeaking…
