Captian's Log Like the Dead 20 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 The shot rang out, a dreadful noise, and frozen all, as though to poise, we stopped in noman's foggy field not knowing what fate next would yield.The echoes into silence…
Captian's Log Stage Lights 19 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 "When we sleep, are we the ones who dream, or are dreams the things happening to us? Do dreamers dream, or do dreams? Are we the subjects of the sentence…
Captian's Log The Wedding Present 18 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 The burns are faded now, just light-red marks upon my skin. My convalescence will, thankfully, be short. I hear you are married now. How amusing is fate. I know you'd…
Captian's Log To the Lake 17 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 The soft and deadly glowthat leads into the snowwhen daylight wanesand darkness reigns—God's sakedon't takethe path unto the lake.
Captian's Log Denied 16 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 I welcome a challenge, but now is not the time, child. If we survive the night, I'll be happy to kill you in the morning. Right now, the pilgrims depend…
Captian's Log From the Tower 15 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 From the tower, I watched the unfolding madness. From behind some stone column, I gazed down at the little hell below. Fire and blood and murder, theft and abandonment and…
Captian's Log Please Read: Winter Thorns 14 Sep 2024 Withered vines in winter's hold, shadows under snow; no roses now, just thorns and memories of the luscious red blooms—but no, not memory, not mere memory, nor wilted petals either.…
Captian's Log They’re There to Their Two Eyes Too 13 Sep 20249 Sep 2024 Soft sorrow, sweet sighs, the tears in your eyes, and comfort I givenow we two can livewe too can liveto live…How high hung hope's hoaxThe dead man now jokesUndone by…
Captian's Log Morningstar 12 Sep 202430 Sep 2024 "Into a darker future I have looked, into the death of light if you fail." The witch trembled beneath her withered shroud. "You must not fail," she said. "Night is…
Captian's Log September 11th, 2024: Lost the Meaning 11 Sep 20247 Sep 2024 Well, it's September 11th again, and an election season. I find I have a hard time knowing what to say. We mourn a tragedy that has lost any cohesive story…
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