Captian's Log Two Shorts From the Typewriter 8 Apr 2020 I played around with my typewriter again this afternoon.
Captian's Log Drabble: The Grave 5 Apr 2020 The glistening, white marble stone cast a long shadow across the barren dirt. Its smooth faces were pristine, as if perpetually polished, and the deep etchings on it, like its…
Captian's Log Drabble: Straight 2 Apr 2020 The hammer falls, flattening the steel. The steady beat of the blacksmith is heard distantly outside the forge, clink, clink, clink. He shoves the cooling metal back into the fire,…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Machine 30 Mar 2020 It was the machine, promised throughout all eternity, but especially in modernity realized possible. Its plans have been worked on since man first drew on his cave walls, not yet…
Captian's Log Man 27 Mar 2020 I left in the night. It may have been cowardice. Would a braver man have announced his intention? Maybe, but I doubt he would have left. I left, and I…
Captian's Log Hate 23 Mar 2020 “This seems a strange place to meet,” he said. He had forgone his customarily bright regalia. No capes, no tassels, just a suit, like a businessman would wear. Even the…
Captian's Log Long Live the King 19 Mar 2020 The King’s breaths came in shallow, desperate pants. His hair, once the rival of any lion’s mane, was now thin and wispy. The eyes which had stared down tyrants and…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Vampire’s Revenge 16 Mar 2020 A man sat outside begging, his unwashed stench sometimes wafting in with the summer breeze through the open window. He sat holding a little tin cup in one hand, stretching…
Captian's Log Dead Cats Are Sane 5 Mar 2020 Silence like a shadow crept over the crowd, like a chilling cloud floating under the sun, it gradually spread its darkness; the people were silent. And the madman laughed. He…
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