Captian's Log Opening the Eye 30 Sep 2026 A Note at the Start: I'm writing this short piece within a larger world I'm still creating. As such, nothing here is what might be called cannon outside of the…
Captian's Log Dark Prayers 29 Sep 2026 Resounding with triumphal noise, the procession marched or danced toward the palace. The dancers leapt and ran, drawing streaming ribbons in their wake which were fluttering with the yellows and…
Captian's Log Gym Update: Seeking Health 28 Sep 202628 Sep 2026 I went back to the gym last Saturday. It's been a while. It wasn't even mostly for health, at least not physical health. I just couldn't focus on the writing…
Captian's Log What’s Done 27 Sep 202626 Sep 2026 The drifting ashes danced in the languid sunbeams streaming through the twisting branches and gnarled boughs of the western glade. A log snapped in two, and the bonfire burst into…
Captian's Log First Thoughts | One Genocide or Another 26 Sep 2026 One of the things I find interesting about this is that it's rational; to a certain extent, even biblical. As Christians, or at least, the ruins of a Christian civilization,…
Captian's Log Long Die the Dragon 25 Sep 2026 The dragon's cruel eyes finally dimmed as death's cold grip clasped its soul. A monstrous shudder racked its scaly frame from head to tail, and its iris rolled back into…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Downs 24 Sep 2026 The downs were full of fog. The white, creeping tendrils, spreading and twisting over the silent houses, writhed in satisfied banks of utter occlusion, here or there breaking and revealing…
Captian's Log Done or Not 23 Sep 2026 Panting a little, the man rested his shoulder against the wall, craning his head up toward heaven as he gasped. There was something of blue there, something of brightness, and…
Captian's Log Such Are the Lost 22 Sep 2026 We come again unto the endwhere time cannot offend.There is no more for your cruel swordnor voice to call you lord.So let it be; from every needyou have been freed.…
Captian's Log By and By 21 Sep 2026 Along the bannister, my fingers brushing the rails, I gaze into the unlit study below. Soft, cushioned seats, shelf upon shelf of interesting books, invisible to me. I reach the…
