Captian's Log Drabble: The Blessed Mist 26 Oct 2019 The hills rolled on forever, deep into the mist, and yet, she knew that far beyond her sight the world awaited, the depressing potholes, the vain cars, broken windows and…
Captian's Log Spider, Spider 24 Oct 201924 Oct 2019 The spider, sitting in her tattered web, lies motionless. The flowers, rising through the weeds, unfurl their purple petals. Only my eyes can see. A spider, homeless, small, crawls on…
Captian's Log Science Fiction | Rough Draft: Dying Sun 23 Oct 2019 The dying sun hung on the horizon, trapped in the perpetual twilight of this wasting planet. Over many lifetimes it would eventually set, and these lands would be cast into…
Captian's Log May Never Die 22 Oct 2019 Daylight streams in through the cracked wood of my coffin, a bright sliver, like a vein of silver against the blackened walls of my casket. My arms are bound in…
Captian's Log The Tyrant 19 Oct 2019 He draws his sword; its polished steel, shimmering in the sun, shines like the clear waters of a bubbling brook. The blade races forward, stabbing at the heart of the…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Desert 11 Oct 2019 A shadow passes overhead, and soon is joined by others. Circling, the vultures gather ‘round me in this dried desert. I don’t bother looking up; the miserable cretins may follow…
Captian's Log They Die Alone 7 Oct 2019 The broken warrior leaned upon the overturned wagon, his sword wavering as he held it between himself and the bandit. One of the horses whinnied, confused and in pain, dying…
Captian's Log Poem: Silence 4 Oct 2019 We called, but you weren't there. What do I say? The kids starving, and me what could I pay? Then ready War, ready always with flesh, kept these alive, and…
Captian's Log Poem: She Works to End the World 3 Oct 2019 You rise to stir the pot, an eye on the foul beast which ere this point has sought to keep you from your feast. He’s still while you’re looking, but…
Captian's Log Naked 30 Sep 201930 Sep 2019 He had no reservations, no hope for leniency, and as dead for a sheep as a lamb, he let his tongue its full strength, quivering as he spoke: “Tomorrow the…
