Captian's Log Random Musings 26 Mar 2021 Castles fall, and flowers fade, and all that man has ever made, it crumbles into dust; as man is dust, thus is his work, and every age forgets this truth…
Captian's Log Short: Waiting in Darkness 25 Mar 2021 The darkness, the dark numbness of it all . . . waiting in the black . . . and for what? All around me there was . . . there…
Captian's Log Drabble: Winter’s Zombies 24 Mar 2021 Zombies running round the corner, shotguns ringing out, recorded music in the promenade, and hints of winter, falling snow, not sticking yet, gentle glass drifting in the air. Our breath,…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft | Part 17 21 Mar 2021 They followed the woman out of the alley, leaving the silent soldiers to their rest. Taciturn and voiceless, they traversed the empty road, the rolling fog surrounding them. She before…
Captian's Log Drabble: Duel | Part 2 20 Mar 202119 Mar 2021 Too eager, you step into my blade. Was it that moment the sun chased away the storms? How brilliant that misty morning, with you dead at my feet. How cold…
Captian's Log Drabble: Duel | Part 1 19 Mar 2021 How the rains descended over us, crashing down like waves. Still, our swords were drawn in that darkness. Our feet slipping in the mud, we lunged and retreated. I could…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Grotesque 16 Mar 2021 He counts, whispering to himself, "One . . . two . . . three . . . one . . . two . . . three . . . "…
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…
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