By an Idiot A Modest Proposal | By an Idiot 21 Mar 2022 So, I know nothing—I should start there—I know nothing about Ukraine and Russia. From the info I have, it seems like the Ukrainian people are in the right and are…
Captian's Log The Church 20 Mar 202219 Mar 2022 And I awoke from that dream, as the church bells rang, and stretched in that cold pew. And I saw that the church walls rose up around me as walls…
Captian's Log The Church 19 Mar 2022 Yet I had to follow; softly, aiming always toward the sound. Ever present, the grinning gargoyles watched, vomiting out frothing streams which seemed to fall, some downward and some upward,…
Captian's Log The Church 18 Mar 2022 In that silence, the pounding of my heart was like a war drum. I feared, even in that dreadful loneliness, lest someone should overhear it. I feared the bells. They…
Captian's Log The Church 17 Mar 2022 When the bells began ringing, I remember, it sent a shiver up my spine. This strange, gothic world of escheresque cathedrals—you were never in or out of a building, for…
Captian's Log A Dead Guy Walks Into a Bar 16 Mar 202216 Mar 2022 "So, a dead guy walks into a bar—" "How?" my friend asks. "On his feet." "Yeah, but how? Like, he's dead. If he's a vampire, he can't, right? If he's…
Captian's Log Candlelight 15 Mar 2022 The match scraped against the box. For a moment, there was nothing, and then, a little flutter, a spark, and the tip of the match burst into flames. The sulfur…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dreamer Dreams a Dream 14 Mar 2022 The dreamer dreams a dream,the spider weaves a web,but you aren't what you seem;the lies that flowed now ebb. The dreamer dreamed, but woke;The sower plants his seed.The dream the…
Captian's Log A New Story 13 Mar 2022 We traveled through the night. Above, the stars shone like glimmering sparks, like a firework frozen in the dark soup of heaven. They felt like eyes as we stole away…
Captian's Log Pale Dancers Under a Pale Moon 12 Mar 202210 Mar 2022 When will the night end? That's what I've been asking myself. I sometimes ask myself if day ever existed, if it wasn't a dream of warmth and light and sun.…
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