Captian's Log Shadows 28 Sep 2019 I feel my body stir, long wasting in this darkness, as something pulls at my soul. Fighting through the filth and mildew surrounding me, I break into the air, the…
Captian's Log Cozy 25 Sep 2019 The soft light, diffused under a manila shade, glowed warmly in the corner, an unobtrusive lamp illuminating the final few pages of a mystery. He, the detective within the book,…
Captian's Log Charades 22 Sep 201922 Sep 2019 As always, the hateful quiet descends. I know I am alone. Politeness follows. We smile, and the conversation goes nowhere. Goodbye, I’ll say in a moment. See you again, I’ll…
Captian's Log The Music of Morning and Night 20 Sep 2019 Alone at night, the stars above, the fire smoldering to embers at his feet, the minstrel strums his dreamy chords. The wind enlivens some distant trees, which swaying dance for…
Captian's Log Poem: Winter’s Vanguard 18 Sep 2019 So softly falls the tired snow upon the yet green fields; gently descends the wearied flakes over the lively plain. And here I stand—I’ll bear witness— that ice has come…
Captian's Log Dying Land 14 Sep 201914 Sep 2019 Over the moor, their lanterns leading, the distant fairies my window pass. I noticed them last night. Again this night they journey on. I fear this exodus, that soon no…
Captian's Log Short Story: Under 12 Sep 2019 Please read: Under Excerpt: The overcast skies disperse the sun, the grey clouds grown white with its light. The air, so crisp, greets my hungry lungs like a song, as if…
Captian's Log I Know 9 Sep 2019 He sat outside the apartments—the smell of the polish was always upsetting in the enclosed environment of his room—rubbing the leather of his shoes. He was looking down, his bony…
Captian's Log Ravings 8 Sep 2019 What shudders envelope my frame! Yet what have I to fear of questions? I’m to die on the marrow. The king’s tax is heavier on me this year, his law…
Captian's Log Popping Bubbles 6 Sep 2019 The soft ending of the world came after the fire, the universe itself ablaze, space tearing apart into microcosms, collapsing bubbles of disconnected time. He’d found the one he’d die…
