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.…
Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting 14 Jun 2020 The train was roaming round the hill, its black smoke lifting into the air and slowly fading into the clear, blue sky. The distant plume was soon the only sight…
Captian's Log The Crypt 11 Jun 2020 The dead knights lay on the cold, stone slabs of the crypt, their hollow corpses metropolises of beetles and other hidden things slithering among their bones. Their king was no…
Captian's Log Short: World of Dust 3 Jun 2020 There, on the horizon where the piercing white sands meet with the sky’s unremitting blue separating the dead desert and the glorious heaven, is a faint haze. The horizon blurs,…
Captian's Log Short: Dreamer’s Dream 2 Jun 2020 “What are you doing?” I asked. John was sitting silently, and had been engaged in said silence for over an hour while I’d been distracting myself with summer chores. The…
Captian's Log Poem: Still 27 May 2020 Immortal in this mortal world, forever I must flee, so with my sails ever unfurled I run away from thee. Your dragnet I always escape, though it leaves scars on…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Deep in the Dark 21 May 2020 Deep in the darkness of nightwhere the sun never rises,lost and alone in a plightyou’ll find tickets and prizes. It’s a fair, it’s a merry-go-rounda carnival ride—can you hear the…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Undead Hill 20 May 2020 Up on that hill and under the moonthe ancient stones are holding back time.I know within the castle’s a crypt,and therein lies the restless undead.They wait for night, but in…
Captian's Log Plutonian Shore 18 May 2020 (A few characters I've been playing around with inside my head. Please enjoy.) It was the blood which woke him. In his dreams, the pouring, dripping noise of the sheep’s…
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