Captian's Log Falling Snow 4 May 2024 Drifting through the silver moonbeams, the snow falls among the black-trunked trees. Not a sound in this dead place, only the cold, the cold and my labored breaths and the…
Captian's Log Will Be Heard 3 May 2024 When life has passed and the noise of dreams fades from echoes into an utter silence, a thought might remain, a lone redoubt in the darkened wastes. Dogged, unchanged, even…
Captian's Log None Can Foresee 2 May 20242 May 2024 Fantasy sings his song to me, and I, his grinning captive, sit to dream. But soon, too soon, I wake and burst the spell. All gone but for the memories…
Captian's Log And White Were the Waves 1 May 2024 Rocked away into unbidden sleep by the growing waves of the coming storm, a horrible blackness overtakes me, black like the sea; I sunk into her depths. ~ Swung as…
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.
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