Captian's Log A Choice 5 Jun 2025 There comes a time, I think, where a man becomes his decision. As such, in the retrospective, what other choice could he make? So, I say the choice has made…
Captian's Log Focus 4 Jun 2025 I stepped softly over the mossy stones while the ever-wailing winds rushed through the ruined arches of this fallen monastery. As my jacket flapped in the gale, I couldn't help…
Captian's Log Beyond My Grasp 3 Jun 2025 Wonder not. I think no hand of man may touch the vision in this glade. Though you may reach, you'll never reach. Always just beyond your grasp, the elusive, ruby…
Captian's Log Dreams | Disney Songs & Shrooms 2 Jun 2025 I had a very strange sort of dream. I knew I was going to go on a road trip with my sister. We used to sing together all the time,…
Captian's Log Something I’m Working On | The Spheres 1 Jun 202531 May 2025 "Very well," I said to my friend. "I suppose I owe you that much, but…" I looked furtively around at the shadowed glade. "I want to bring you," I continued…
Captian's Log Some Doggerel Lines | Meditations On Lewis’s The Four Loves 31 May 2025 So silent moves the knife of a faithful friend;the lover's poisoned drops will not amend.The father's gifts become a contract's bind;of shackles does the mother's love remind. All loves are…
Captian's Log I Ramble About My Dreams 30 May 202530 May 2025 I have dreamed this night of many things:A clock there was in viewa spoiled child looking through;for him I felt strange pangsfor through his eyes I saw the worldand longed…
Captian's Log Recursive Suicide of the Soul 29 May 2025 "I slept with a ghost," he whispered. We were old friends. I'm sure you know the kind. A friendship you can count on. You can recount the faded memories of…
Captian's Log Ghost of Zeraphone 28 May 2025 The first morning on the planet Zeraphone gave me hope. The night I landed, all I saw was a sandy, lifeless waste, my home and my tomb, but then the…
Captian's Log After All 27 May 202527 May 2025 The angel weeps in the rain. What dreams the carved stone? Is there sight in those eyes? May those wings spread and soar? Silent, the rain runs down the smooth…
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