Captian's Log Perspective 17 Apr 2020 Disclaimer: I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I keep making egregious typing errors. I think I ironed them all out here, but nobody is perfect. The skeleton…
Captian's Log Caught 16 Apr 2020 The rain beat against the curved roof of the bus stop, beading up on the glass panels and rolling down onto the wet pavement below. He was burning; his head…
Captian's Log Short: Laughter 10 Apr 2020 The knife was cold, jarring. Like a shock it entered me, entered my very flesh, its invading cold stealing my breath. My weak legs disappeared, buckling underneath me; my vision…
Captian's Log Worms 9 Apr 2020 The worms coiled around each other in listless orgy, safe in the dark flesh of the corpse. Their formless mass in slow, steady movement ate at the body. Blind and…
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…
