Captian's Log Short Story: Bleeding 22 Aug 2020 Please Read:Bleeding Excerpt: I grunted. Time meant nothing to me as I quietly bled onto the plastic cushion. He’d come or I’d go. I’d go either way. He comes, and…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Bleeding 20 Aug 2020 The air was cold, the night bitter, and my heart black with hate. I went silently down the deserted sidewalk, mulling over the day like a growling dog. My side…
Captian's Log Short: I Am the Storm 19 Aug 2020 It won't stop raining. The droning din of rain fills my ears as I try to sleep. Yet, it's a sunny day. There is a cloud in the sky, a…
Captian's Log Into the Wintry Night 18 Aug 2020 "I admit to my confusion, dear Mortimer. You want me to die, I suppose, catch my death of cold, risk life and limb, and for what, a measly band of…
Captian's Log The Final Words of the Rt Hon. Milton Freemore 16 Aug 202017 Aug 2020 The Right Honorable Milton Freemore was found dead this evening. There is no word yet on the cause of death, but . . . I dare not say. I saw…
Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting to be Heard 15 Aug 2020 The silent tread of a ghost cannot be heard, only felt, and his wordless moans are only understood in a dream. Some spirits must roam for a thousand years before…
Captian's Log Drabble: Time Waits 14 Aug 2020 The lovers never cried as the distance grew, nor were they saddened by the lapping waves rising and falling between them. Time would wait, they knew, and love was immortal.…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Old Ghosts 9 Aug 2020 The dirt is soft but heavy. My spade easily breaks through the wet earth, but my shoulders ache as I lift the shovel. With every thrust perspiration builds under my…
Captian's Log Vampire’s Kiss 8 Aug 2020 The deadly thorn of her words was reserved for those who thought to pick such a flower; she was a wild rose, and no mortal hand could pluck her. Her…
