Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 19 Oct 2017 The Addition: Around the five the wind’s clamorous screams, peeling and wailing, sings of war it seems. The party leaves the hut to the storm’s rage. Soon, the roof from…
Captian's Log The Doll 18 Oct 2017 Hey, I have had these two characters and this scene in my head for some time now, but never had a story for them. Please enjoy: The gruff man downs…
Captian's Log Forgive U.S. 17 Oct 2017 "He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'" Their backs were to…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 15 Oct 2017 The Addition: Hands grabbed his hair, and jerked him to his feet. His battered face, with bleeding wounds replete, now drearily gazed at The Preachers four. A spreading smile said…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 14 Oct 2017 The Addition: And such are these four, you may wish to learn, that what one can see all others discern. Multiple bodies together played host, obeying dictates from a single…
Captian's Log… Continued: A Coffin for Two 13 Oct 2017 The little brass bell dances up and down at the opening of the door. I sigh to myself as the young couple—they’d been drinking—make their staggering way to the front…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 12 Oct 2017 The Addition: The Preachers were silent while the wind raged, and the door from its hinges disengaged. The weathered wood flew into the small room, landing beside their guest with…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 11 Oct 2017 The Addition: Their heads, robbed of a robe’s hood a second, felt their scalps’ chilly bareness, and reckoned themselves discovered by this invader. Sudden quiet settled over the air. The…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 8 Oct 2017 The Addition: At each step the cobblestone grows harder; his aching feet wish not to go farther. But, by unbreaking resolution spurred, he overcomes his sharp pains undeterred. A brewing…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Maybes 6 Oct 2017 “He doesn’t remember who he is?” Hector questions. Greybeard sighs. “It seemed a good way to end his story.” The librarian’s contorted face demands further explanation. Wiping his blackened quill…
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