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 I Purge Hell From Myself . . . 6 Mar 2021 I had a line from a corny old movie floating in my mind, "But I will not be tortured! I tear torture out of myself by torturing you!" I was…
Captian's Log Short Story: Who Cares? 5 Mar 2021 "Whatever dreams or machinations exist in your warped little imagination, I want you to keep ever on the cusp of your consciousness, the fact that . . . " I…
Captian's Log But What Do You Fear? 3 Mar 2021 I have traveled far and wide. I have seen princes of noble birth, and self-styled kings—bandit lords. I have seen a brother kill a brother, and that second brother, the…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Ghoul Caught 26 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 Below, the dad, his son, and his boy's son,all three among the dead—one with a gun—and all was dark, and filled with baby's cries,and rage, and fear, and blindness of…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Crypt 24 Feb 2021 Over the mossened stones came weeping calls;from out that rotting church of crumbling wallsthe baby's voice, with loudest shrieking wails—O how this sickened heart within me fails—broke through the silence…
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