Captian's Log Drabble: A Chill 10 Apr 2021 I felt a chill in the desert. A solitary breeze passed me, and I shivered. All my horizons were sand and sky; above me, the brilliant sun burned. I was…
Captian's Log Dreams and Sleep 9 Apr 2021 Darkness and lightReality and fantasyEnjoyment and discomfortAlone with your own multitudeMysterious yet commonSanity saved by insanity Dreams, no man can grasp, but should they be forsaken, they might grasp him;…
Captian's Log Re: Ravi Zacharias | Behold My Emotional Vomit 8 Apr 2021 The dreams of a shadowed mind, the thoughts of a wicked heart, the hopes of perverted desire, the axioms of the wise, the beneficence of the good, and the will…
Captian's Log Poem: From a Hidden Spring 7 Apr 2021 Please Read: From a Hidden Spring I heard upon the mountain rumors of a spring whose clear and tasty waters sound a gentle ring. The droplets trickle downward on the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Crazy 6 Apr 2021 "And what do you see?" he asks me. I see, I don't tell him what I see, things outside this world—a demon's snarling face. "An inkblot," I say, sneering. He…
Captian's Log Drabble: A Moment in the Breeze 5 Apr 2021 And down the turning, twisting path, my blurring eyes and spinning head, and on and up and out—I'm out! I stand upon the hill and see— The vista's vast, the…
Captian's Log Poem: The Treasures of Om 4 Apr 20214 Apr 2021 What songs are sung in the castle of OmWhat great deeds remembered thereWhat strange tunes are played on their curving flutesWhat devilish rhythms they bear. I once begged alms of…
Captian's Log Short: Strange Dreams 3 Apr 2021 The horrid slime of putrefied flesh led inexorably onward into the dimly lit hall. Under that flickering florescent was the awaiting disquiet of silence. I followed the dark trail unsure…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Grey Town 2 Apr 2021 There is no rain here, and no sun; there is neither light nor darkness. All is grey. Here, these grey people put on their grey clothes and walk the grey…
Captian's Log Musings in the Grave 1 Apr 2021 From a young age, vampires intrigued me. It seems somewhat fitting then that like them I should lie here awake in a coffin, though, unlike them, I doubt I shall…
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