Captian's Log Short Poem: Love of Dreams 3 Jun 2019 No man can understand the ever-shifting sand. We see them in our dreams; the sight never redeems. Still blackened hearts will beat, broken and incomplete. No thought may ever delve…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Joining Soul to Soul) 2 Jun 2019 Read: The Werewolf Epic (Well, this is a rather long time coming) The Addition: The werewolf oozed not blood from the deep wound, but some sick slime accompanied coiled entrails which…
Captian's Log Short Story: Three Empty Shells 1 Jun 2019 Please Read: Three Empty Shells Started this story yesterday: The old man sat cross-legged on his couch, three rising plums of incense mixing their smoke in the air. The white threads…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Father 31 May 2019 The den of thieves grew silent as the pair walked in. Their clean, simple robes, cut perfectly, contrasted with the unwashed peasants about them whose clothes were stained, patched, and…
Captian's Log Journey’s End 30 May 2019 The open road stretched on into the setting sun. Yawning, his eyes squinting nearly shut, the driver turned his headlights on with a twist. Rolling the window down an inch,…
Captian's Log Poem: What Dreams the King up on His Throne 29 May 2019 Please read: What Dreams the King up on His Throne? Excerpt: What dreams the king up on his throne? What weight now bows his head? Some oracle furrows his brow?…
Captian's Log Poem: Want (A Riddle) 28 May 201927 May 2019 Please read: Want Excerpt: But Death, in blackened cowl then spoke: This time I’ll let thee fly and live, yet only with this dreaded yoke; from hunger saved this deal I’ll give: [continue]
Captian's Log 2019: Memorial Day 27 May 2019 I thank you who have died for me, never knowing me, that I may be free. I thank you families who have lost that I might be free. Thank you.
Captian's Log Short Poem: [Title Goes Here] 26 May 2019 A somewhat random series of lines I hope contain meaning. Enjoy. Tears are streaming down your eyes; silence breaks your heart away. Let dreams die—I dream alone— restless Nyx loves…
Captian's Log Between 25 May 2019 You place your hand upon the dark bark; you press your hand into the grooves and ridges, feeling the rough texture of the tree. How little you grasp. Under your…
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