Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 8 Jun 2021 I was a fool to go back emptyhanded, a fool who had wasted three years and more, had destroyed his name in pursuit of this quest, and I would be…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 7 Jun 2021 I had found that hidden and thrice accursed book which speaks of things which ought not to be spoken of, which outlined in a riddle the way up this peak.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 6 Jun 2021 But it was barren: I saw no sign of life or death or even undeath. The black, windswept plain held nothing. I found not even a footprint. I paced upon…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 5 Jun 2021 What darkness lay in these sun eaters? What unhallowed grave of countless worlds lay in them? I think I was mad to stare so long, wondering, fearing. I had traveled…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 4 Jun 2021 The cold stone, like ice beneath my feet; the sheer cliff like Hell below. The winds were like the shrieks of the lost, and I was lost upon that black…
Captian's Log Drabble: FLA-FLE HAPTO NESCESSY 1 Jun 2021 Written by an unknown hand, etched into some desert rock, here beside us as we climb the mountain: FLA-FLEHAPTONESCESSY The letters are familiar, but the words are babble to us.…
Captian's Log Under Alien Heaven 28 May 2021 The white morning stunned my eyes. They burned as I gazed out at that vast, colorless desert of ice. Winter had come in one night and buried me. Some death…
Captian's Log Drabble: Our Sole Soul 27 May 2021 We traveled far in this life, but never seemed to get anywhere. We have gone through countries that have no markings on our maps, and seen strange places that would…
Captian's Log Drabble: Fleeing 26 May 2021 I might be alone forever upon this sea. As my motorboat breaks over wave after wave in this ceaseless ocean, I wonder what ports I can find hope in. Are…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Scar 24 May 2021 Please Read: The Scar Excerpt: “Come on out, villain!” He was long past feeling awkward when shouting these inane cliches. After twenty years of flying around and punching through walls,…
