Captian's Log Mars Shall Have a Knew Angel 26 Nov 2018 On his throne the tyrant laughed, the body of my naked wife at his feet, her bowls unfolding upon the cold, grey floor. The crimson pool bleeding from her began…
Captian's Log Seeds 25 Nov 201825 Nov 2018 Last time in Visions Softly Creeping: It didn’t respond with words or language, or pictures or thoughts; she just suddenly understood, a revelation like a neon sign splitting the night. She…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Damned City 22 Nov 2018 In all men’s lives a journey comes, and I was in the midst of mine. I had stalled, though, and was alone in some outgrowth of a harbor few tourists…
Captian's Log The Chair Out of Time 21 Nov 2018 The wings of his chair cast long, flickering streaks of shadow stretching to the door like bleak tongues licking at the guest’s feet. This young man stood in the threshold…
Captian's Log Poem: Broken Sword 20 Nov 2018 A short little jaunt into a medieval fantasy. Please enjoy. I know no other way and draw my broken sword. The jagged edge, which once pointed would pierce the flesh,…
Captian's Log Veil of Stone 18 Nov 2018 So silently dreamy night comes in, a wave of the rising wintry tide, and over those ancient stones her cool lips kiss the scene with lengthening shadows. How dark and…
Captian's Log The Forgotten Columns 17 Nov 2018 Four broken and tumbled columns remain in that deserted waste. Slowly the foliage creeps over their ruins, but faceless gardeners return to clear the forest away. They are at times…
Captian's Log Temples 15 Nov 2018 “The heroes are dead, and we have killed them,” he shouted to the gathering crowd. They were below him. He was upon the castle terrace, the bloody dagger in his…
Captian's Log The Homework 14 Nov 2018 They watched the recording:“We’ve a little time to spare. What’s on your mind? Come on, I can see there’s something eating you. Don’t want to talk? I have some Halloween…
Captian's Log Short Story: Awakened 12 Nov 2018 He stepped away from the bar as a cold hint of sobriety passed in his eyes, leaving the half-finished pint, with its foam running down the sides, forgotten in his…
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