Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 11 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Hidden under canvas, I strike a match. The darkness becomes warm, and the shadows dance as I cup my hands over the little flame. Lowering the burning tapper toward the…
Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 10 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Then I felt a chill in my bones, and just as soon, it seemed, the echoes of distant rain came to my ear. My head turned toward the north, and…
Captian's Log The Way of the Dead Gods 9 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 What a deadly, whistling breeze passes through the broken giants. The ancient stones, carved in the likeness of dead kings, stand tall and massive, their unblinking and senseless eyes gazing…
Captian's Log Poem: Life From Death 8 Aug 20237 Aug 2023 Please Read: Life From Death https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/life-from-death/
Captian's Log Short Story: The Pugilist 7 Aug 2023 Please Read: The Pugilist Excerpt: …from my research that the manifestation of the cultists’ collective belief into a corporeal reality, affecting the mental capacities of all witnesses (note: see if…
Captian's Log In the Night He Passed 6 Aug 20235 Aug 2023 The silent stranger walks the night the only sound, his cane. The tapping draws me as I write, and through the windowpane I glance to see him walking by. He…
Captian's Log The Fire in the Dark 5 Aug 2023 The days are growing darker, the nights are growing warm the trees are struck by thunder they fall under the storm The wind is whipping faster and stirring up the…
Captian's Log Cinder King 4 Aug 202329 Jul 2023 They say fire burnt the king in the court. In the court, when the flames crept high, like a pillar, like a column, reaching up, reaching up and climbing the…
Captian's Log Stable 3 Aug 202329 Jul 2023 Hardly any time, hardly any life, hardly anyone, hardly any strife. Yet working to work is a misery, and much work is done by a bull. I'm stable, but the…
Captian's Log The Mask Wears a Shadow 2 Aug 202329 Jul 2023 The softest sound in the world can be a breaking heart. Some hearts crash or burn or get crushed—they make noise. My heart…there wasn't even a whimper; there wasn't a…
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