Captian's Log Darkness Rises 13 Aug 201912 Aug 2019 Night stretched over the world as the darkness enveloped her mind. Noon died suddenly as she lay gasping for breath. She was not a strong woman; she was just a…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dark Comes First 12 Aug 2019 Please Read: The Dark Comes First His beak the soft flesh tears; no life is left which cares to shoo black feathered fowl away. Stale bile cakes his crown; black…
Captian's Log The Sun Rises 10 Aug 2019 Some say ignorance is the root of evil, and simple knowledge can make a man repent; they dream that darkness and light, the one emptying itself into the other, is…
Captian's Log Short Story: Foreshadow of Death 9 Aug 2019 Held softly by the gentle currents of air, the blimp descended upon the city, flying over Mainstreet toward the needle-like spire. Its shadow swept over the slow traffic, and heads…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost’s Eyes 7 Aug 2019 Please Read: Ghost’s Eyes Excerpt: When roaming through the night he stopped by the lamppost, his face turned to the light. That’s how I saw the ghost. [continue]
Captian's Log Well Ackchyually 6 Aug 2019 As it was growing time for my annual shearing, and I was expecting a guest soon, I managed to leave my house today with the expectation of shedding the luscious…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft | Part 16 4 Aug 20194 Jan 2020 The five soldiers approached, bearing their arms over their heads to fall upon the cornered brut. The glint of their swords paled as they stepped into the shadow of the…
Captian's Log Bad Food 2 Aug 20192 Aug 2019 The anthropomorphic frog kept glancing at me. I was just trying to swallow something masquerading itself as a turkey sandwich. He sat there, hardly moving, waiting lazily for a fly…
Captian's Log Praying for the Dawn 30 Jul 2019 The council, clothed in the high shadows above the dock, made themselves known, their speaker’s voice breaking the silence, “Young Mr. Ebenright.” For a moment the addressed was a caged…
Captian's Log The Pipe 29 Jul 2019 The curious bobbles littering the shelves of the small sea side shop formed a first class menagerie of junk. Shark teeth, small cephalopod models, uncountable shells and dried up sea…
