Captian's Log Life in the Sky 7 Dec 2018 The city of the Dead was a sprawling affair. Unplanned, the buildings cropped up in a wonderfully organic way, like swollen growths, giant black blotches, against the soft twilight landscape.…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 6 Dec 20187 Dec 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Please,” I asked, “a cloth? Something has gotten into my eyes.” At first there was no reply, and I felt a silence…
Captian's Log The Devil 5 Dec 20185 Dec 2018 After reading Childhood’s End, I was overtaken by the marvelous depiction of the devil. The aliens, which we learn are the germ of our cultural ideas of devils, slowly encroach…
Captian's Log Prayer of the Undead 4 Dec 2018 The sorrow of my heart, damp and heavy, breaks my soul. I am overtaken with sickness. Life cannot be lived in this swamp, this miasma. Weeping, tearless face, encrusted stone…
Captian's Log Essay: Ent-draught 3 Dec 2018 Please read: Ent-draught So, on a deadline, I just wrote an essay in one day. It's short, but I hope it's nice. Excerpt: On the surface, Ephesians 5:18 seems to be…
Captian's Log By the Sword: Rough Draft (A Job) 2 Dec 2018 A Job Section 1 Section 2 David looked over his shoulder again. The lean figure, walking backwards, slowly retreated deeper into the alley. As he approached a corner, it was…
Captian's Log T is For. . . 1 Dec 2018 Okay, so this has been a long time coming, and already another movie has come out in the franchise, but I think I’m ready to expound upon the failures of…
Captian's Log The Veil is Torn 30 Nov 2018 A general rule of thumb is to keep one’s peace about what one does not know. So, I don’t write much about politics because I don’t bother to really know…
Captian's Log Dissonance 29 Nov 2018 You can rationally explain to yourself why something you believe is wrong and yet be unable to convince yourself of the fact. There are some things in which I know…
Captian's Log Closed Door 28 Nov 2018 It was he finally closed the door. It had been his habit, these last fifteen years, to wedge a little wood under his door so that it would stay open…
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