Captian's Log Short Story: Seeking the Dawn 19 Jan 2021 There's a darkness in my soul, something in harmony with the storm. As heaven pelts me with rain, I rejoice. It feels clean, this resonance, this release. My hot breath…
Captian's Log Drabble: I Can Sleep 18 Jan 202118 Jan 2021 Deep under the currents of the ocean, far beneath the waves of the sea, there slumbers a dreadful thing. Long has it slept, long has it dreamed, and long has…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Just Free 15 Jan 202124 Sep 2025 She knocked on my door. I saw her distorted image through the fisheyed peephole. The door opened. "He's dead," she said, her foot tapping. I nod. "How?" She sighed and…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bubbles Bubbles 13 Jan 2021 Suffocating silence; insolent noise; the pendulum swings us into the grave. Extreme to extreme, neither reaching its full, the one falls back into the other. What silly mutterings are these,…
Captian's Log Drabble: We Hear 9 Jan 2021 And we heard you in the night when the dying embers of our neglected fire let out their last gasps of warmth. We heard you in the morning as the…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Cost 6 Jan 20211 Jan 2021 There are places in the world forgotten in our age which still hold some magic, and one of these is a well. At times it has been covered up with…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dungeon 5 Jan 20211 Jan 2021 The bloody corpse limply hung within my arms, the course and flow of its life spent, merely a soft dripping now. All the color gone, gone without the blood. His…
Captian's Log Drabble: Stranger 3 Jan 20211 Jan 2021 I thought I'd know your voice, or maybe see you wink—but no! I am a stranger here. For I myself, I am a stranger in a foreign land. Stranger as…
Captian's Log Short Story: Long Night 23 Dec 2020 Please Read: Long Night Excerpt: The clock had stopped, and I, afraid to move, remained within my chair as still as its unmoving hands. It seemed to me, as night…
Captian's Log Short: That Which Hungers Below 22 Dec 2020 There are things below the town the forms of which we cannot tell, nor dare we hint at fearsome moans nor dreadful eyes. Within the dark tunnels beneath our feet…
