Captian's Log And Black Was the Sea 30 Apr 20241 May 2024 "We create our own hells," he said, his pale eyes staring unblinkingly out at the rolling, depths. An inky blackness was the ocean, waves tipped white with foam, and our…
Captian's Log Escape to the Stars 29 Apr 202424 Sep 2025 I've run from you throughout ages and times uncounted. How you've persisted. We've found the edge of the world now, and there's no place more to flee. His eyes are…
Captian's Log For Now 28 Apr 2024 When I was younger, in my early twenties, I was exceedingly unhappy. At some point, I began to pray that I would die young, around thirty. I am no longer…
Captian's Log From the Archive: Some Feedback 27 Apr 2024 I'm feeling sick. Very tired. See you tomorrow. So, I'm fairly excited. My maternal uncle has read my book. (He loves horror movies and is the first person besides me…
Captian's Log Of Waking in the Night 26 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 Were dreams a drink, and songs a bed,and you the love I wish to wed,I'd drown myself and never rise,but lay there staring in your eyes. Yet dreams will end,…
Captian's Log Fool’s Serve 25 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 The king has made his ruleand now only the foolwill dare to speak his name,for none can play the gameof weaving lies into the shapeof the truth we can't escape.
Captian's Log Facing Faceless Reflections 24 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 What horrid dreams: I pulled off my face, and there you were beneath the skin. How often did I suspect us? There was something about the mirror, some furtive way…
Captian's Log Impressions 23 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 "I know I upset him," I smile, forgetting myself. The big man fights a convulsive shudder while I quickly try to make my face as blank as I can. It's…
Captian's Log Just Me 22 Apr 2024 I read over the weekend Orwell's essay, "Politics and the English Language." It had been mentioned in the Michael Knowles' podcast in relation to a story about a boy getting…
Captian's Log Shadows Weep 21 Apr 202420 Apr 2024 There comes a time when the cold no longer makes you cold. There's a place beyond all these pains and these mortal throes. I've walked along the cold, grey shores…
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