Captian's Log Well Ackchyually 6 Aug 2019 As it was growing time for my annual shearing, and I was expecting a guest soon, I managed to leave my house today with the expectation of shedding the luscious…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft | Part 16 4 Aug 20194 Jan 2020 The five soldiers approached, bearing their arms over their heads to fall upon the cornered brut. The glint of their swords paled as they stepped into the shadow of the…
Captian's Log Bad Food 2 Aug 20192 Aug 2019 The anthropomorphic frog kept glancing at me. I was just trying to swallow something masquerading itself as a turkey sandwich. He sat there, hardly moving, waiting lazily for a fly…
Captian's Log Praying for the Dawn 30 Jul 2019 The council, clothed in the high shadows above the dock, made themselves known, their speaker’s voice breaking the silence, “Young Mr. Ebenright.” For a moment the addressed was a caged…
Captian's Log The Pipe 29 Jul 2019 The curious bobbles littering the shelves of the small sea side shop formed a first class menagerie of junk. Shark teeth, small cephalopod models, uncountable shells and dried up sea…
Captian's Log Ghosts and Blood 28 Jul 2019 Her head was shaven, but already shadows of stubble grew over her pale scalp. The grey clothes hanging off of her fit about as well as a box might have…
Captian's Log It Rains Over the Dead City 27 Jul 2019 The rain poured itself upon the cement world, falling and rolling into gutters and sewers, pooling up into puddles full of mud. No one was alive anymore. The deserted streets…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Ghosts 26 Jul 201926 Jul 2019 Her head was shaven, but already shadows of stubble grew over her pale scalp. The grey clothes hanging off of her fit about as well as a box might have…
Captian's Log Great Dreams 25 Jul 2019 The regular columns, their broken remains, measured out the old theatre’s perimeter. He stood in its centre, dreaming of the crowds which once sat spellbound to tragedies, uproared at comedies,…
Captian's Log Descent 23 Jul 2019 “I would hate to have to call in Sam,” she threatened coldly. It was her oft sung line in this song. His work slowed, she pushed, he resisted, she would…
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