Captian's Log Crow 5 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The crow pecks lazily at a dried, yellow weed. Sometimes caught up in his beak, he throws it playfully. Then hopping after it, his black plumage ruffling in the air,…
Captian's Log The Door is Locked 3 Jul 2019 In quiet, peaceful lands a blackened hearth remains. It was there I saw them last, and there I locked them in. And still the door, charred like the hearth, stands…
Captian's Log The Unburned Child 30 Jun 201930 Jun 2019 Had they come from heaven? Had they come from Hell? None could rightly say. They resembled dogs, big, horse sized dogs which glowed hot like a furnace underneath pitch black,…
Captian's Log What I’m Reading 29 Jun 2019 I sick I cannot word today Go away There are many better writers than me anyway Go read one of them Head to the library, check something out You want…
Captian's Log Poem: The Twisted Ones 27 Jun 2019 (A quickly written post tonight. Please enjoy.) The twisted ones can barely walk, but shanter on and out. The twisted ones can barely talk, but corkle with a shout. And…
Captian's Log Poem: I Am the Man 24 Jun 2019 I’ve not the time to tell a lie nor make my meaning plain, and so I ask, “Look in my eye,” see there I’m not insane. You want my trust…
Captian's Log Short Post: The Unthinkable 21 Jun 2019 The blossoming night spread through the sky as each precious star peaked through heaven’s dark veil. I would see the man tonight. He lived in a cave in the desert;…
Captian's Log Let Time Forever Roll 18 Jun 2019 As time rolls over the arid waste and briefly stops awhile to breathe under a shady tree, so I may pause. I may stop—let time fly on—I sit contented for…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Evil Reflections 16 Jun 2019 Okay, so the typeface is unreadable like this. Fine! I'll type it out like a modern man living in 2019. (With a few odd corrections here and there, the…
Captian's Log The Court of the Spider Queen 13 Jun 2019 The queen wears a mask of white, her face covered in pale porcelain. She paints it not, unlike her noble court-goers, her rich slaves. They all wear masks, but her…
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