Captian's Log Winter Battles Spring 27 Aug 201927 Aug 2019 The cold wind blew over the fresh fields, a harsh chill interrupting the burgeoning summer. The green sprouts shivered as the mountainous breath passed. Thus, the giants declared war upon…
Captian's Log In a Dry Land 10 May 2019 Far from home he found a dried up tree, bleached white under the cruel sun, and for a moment sat on its crumbling roots, gazing over the riverbed, the dried…
Captian's Log The Wanderer 25 Mar 2019 The wanderer: His wide brimmed hat cast a slanted shadow across his face, covering his eyes and reaching down to the corner of his lips. The weathered fabric of his…
Captian's Log Rising Sun 26 Jan 2019 While the others lay sleeping, he sat up, gazing out into the eternal darkness, the empty starless night surrounding them, their heaven and their hell, their north and south, their…
Captian's Log Short Story: Son of Death 21 Jan 2019 Please read: Son of Death Excerpt: None paid attention to the slight glimmer, the haze building around him, as he stepped between the hedges. In another moment, he was invisible. Why?…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Son 19 Jan 2019 With a sigh, he pulled the sock out of G.’s mouth. “Traitor,” G.’s head said from its box in the passenger seat. Shivers ran up and down Pluto’s spine. Reaching…
Captian's Log Apologies 3 Jan 2019 Preparing for bed, I was gripped by a sudden panic, realizing I hadn’t put together a post for tonight. Scrambling, I cannot think of anything to write on such short…
Captian's Log Rough Thesis: Lenora Was in the Darkness 6 Nov 2018 Below is a thesis for a possible paper I'll be writing: Science has at times been likened to the mythological basilisk “which kills what it sees and only sees by…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Giant’s Mouth 4 Nov 2018 Please Read: The Giant’s Mouth I started this story more than four months ago when on a trip, and have regretfully left it unfinished, that is, unfinished 'til now. It originally…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Rail 15 Jul 2018 In the manner of an apology, I present these diverse works, for time like a thief has stolen upon me, and nothing have I completed. They are in rough form,…
