Captian's Log Short Story: The Song of the Sea 11 Jul 2020 My feet sinking into the forgiving sands of a cold, pacific beach, I pause, setting my eyes upon the vast horizon. Like turrets of a mighty castle, the distant clouds…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bad Dreams 5 Jul 2020 The ancient horrors clawing at my mind reveal not their names. Their wretched voices, wordless grumbles, fill my head with dreams. The night is their stage, and yet the sun…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider and the Raven 3 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 The spider and raven conspired: Raven: I don’t understand the humans. Spider: Neither do I. Raven: They never fight for their food but give it away like parents to chicks.…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider 2 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 In the shadows of her hole, her eight legs quivering with zeal, the spider felt the shaking webs. The food, she knew, the food was outside, scurrying outside. Louder now;…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Raven 1 Jul 2020 The raven’s black quills, glistening like rainbows in the sun, fold upon its back as the cunning bird lands upon the roof of some cart. His shining eyes survey the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Gentle River 29 Jun 2020 The flowing river’s gentle roar carries me into the night, and by its bank, sighing, I rest my head against a log. Goodnight, I whisper to the mighty river as…
Captian's Log Drabble: A Passing Thought 27 Jun 2020 The reflection in the lake catches a passing bird, whose shadowy and murky form glide quickly over the glasslike water until it reaches the edge of the pool and is…
Captian's Log The Jungle Idol 19 Jun 2020 The moss flaked idol waits in the wet jungle where the air is thick as mud and the night as hot and oppressive as the day. When the floods come,…
Captian's Log Strange Story 18 Jun 2020 There’s a strange story they’ve been telling . . . say there’s a ship in port . . . looking for men. Oh, that’s not the strange thing, no. No,…
Captian's Log No One 15 Jun 202015 Jun 2020 I sit before the fire, watching its orange tongues flicker in the darkness. The stars above are glistening in the blue night. There’s something in the wind, a smell, familiar.…
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