Captian's Log Poem: Song of Love 18 Nov 201918 Nov 2019 Please Read: Song of Love Soft songs passed through the unmowed field, our music dancing through the grass; my love and I were there concealed and to each other were revealed.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dust 2 Nov 2019 Where not was the ash? It was settled over the ground, grey and dusty. The breeze moved it about in dreary swells. Sometimes you saw what was beneath, the charred…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Engineer 1 Nov 2019 He sat in stunned silence, mulling the verdict over and over again in his mind. The Tarlock beside him thought to put a comforting flipper on the engineer’s back. The…
Captian's Log Dreams Cling 28 Oct 2019 Blind and wading through the darkness, I’m lost; no floor, no ceiling, no up and down, no walls, no stars. Am I falling? Am I flying? Who knows? I’ve no…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Blessed Mist 26 Oct 2019 The hills rolled on forever, deep into the mist, and yet, she knew that far beyond her sight the world awaited, the depressing potholes, the vain cars, broken windows and…
Captian's Log Spider, Spider 24 Oct 201924 Oct 2019 The spider, sitting in her tattered web, lies motionless. The flowers, rising through the weeds, unfurl their purple petals. Only my eyes can see. A spider, homeless, small, crawls on…
Captian's Log Science Fiction | Rough Draft: Dying Sun 23 Oct 2019 The dying sun hung on the horizon, trapped in the perpetual twilight of this wasting planet. Over many lifetimes it would eventually set, and these lands would be cast into…
Captian's Log May Never Die 22 Oct 2019 Daylight streams in through the cracked wood of my coffin, a bright sliver, like a vein of silver against the blackened walls of my casket. My arms are bound in…
Captian's Log The Tyrant 19 Oct 2019 He draws his sword; its polished steel, shimmering in the sun, shines like the clear waters of a bubbling brook. The blade races forward, stabbing at the heart of the…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Desert 11 Oct 2019 A shadow passes overhead, and soon is joined by others. Circling, the vultures gather ‘round me in this dried desert. I don’t bother looking up; the miserable cretins may follow…
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