Captian's Log The Grave and the War 30 Apr 2019 The warring factions parted as the pallbearers lifted the coffin from the hearse. It was a child’s coffin, but nearly empty. He didn’t have much of a body left: Something…
Captian's Log Empty Night 28 Apr 2019 Atop the old, red brick schoolhouse, in the still summer evening, I find my eyes wandering past the darkening hills: What lies beyond those green mountains? Taking a cold can…
Captian's Log Forest of Dreams 27 Apr 2019 Here are my I-am-still-sick ramblings. Enjoy. The young man rejoined the eclectic band of mercenaries, his thin frame still swaying slightly like the surrounding patrons he’d emerged from. Smiling, he…
Captian's Log Behind the Door 12 Apr 2019 The segmented, grated walkway shifts beneath my feet as I progress down the deserted tubular hall. The dim lights above provide the minimum luminance to see. It’s cold here. My…
Captian's Log The Chthonic Realm 11 Apr 2019 In the chthonic realm, the blood of all the world gathers, a great coursing river of red, raging in war and sorrow, flowing into the impenetrable darkness where all that…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Backup-Man 8 Apr 20198 Apr 2019 (I'm sorry. I am running out of time for proofreading. This is just a little stupid idea I had. Basically, Dr. M will start doingsuper villain things at Backup-Man's prompting, and…
Captian's Log Short Story: The House 7 Apr 2019 Please read: The House Excerpt: The halls are dark and dusty, the only light, pale, shining through the once magnificent mauve curtains, now shredded shrouds like cobwebs hanging over the wall…
Captian's Log Gentle Night 3 Apr 2019 I'm sick, and I don't want to do anything. Here is a short narrative. Now go away. Closing the door behind me, I step out into the cold night. The…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Fallen 1 Apr 2019 Piercing the darkness, a single star is seen through the vaporous clouds. How softly shines the light; how momentary it is, for an instant passes and the thickening atmosphere again…
Captian's Log The Bouquet 27 Mar 201927 Mar 2019 I wonder how it feels, that moment before—to see what no living man may see and live—I wonder how it feels before it— John VII is wheeled in, dead. Before…
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