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.
Captian's Log Facing Faceless Reflections 24 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 What horrid dreams: I pulled off my face, and there you were beneath the skin. How often did I suspect us? There was something about the mirror, some furtive way…
Captian's Log Impressions 23 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 "I know I upset him," I smile, forgetting myself. The big man fights a convulsive shudder while I quickly try to make my face as blank as I can. It's…
Captian's Log Just Me 22 Apr 2024 I read over the weekend Orwell's essay, "Politics and the English Language." It had been mentioned in the Michael Knowles' podcast in relation to a story about a boy getting…
Captian's Log Shadows Weep 21 Apr 202420 Apr 2024 There comes a time when the cold no longer makes you cold. There's a place beyond all these pains and these mortal throes. I've walked along the cold, grey shores…
Captian's Log Yesterday, I went to the Beach 20 Apr 202420 Apr 2024 I have awakened with the words forming on my tongue, "The empty spaces are important too." What muse, God-sent I pray, has whispered here, has taken my mouth to whisper…
Captian's Log With Everything Else Going On, Is One Zombie Apocalypse Too Much to Ask For? 19 Apr 202413 Apr 2024 My old friend the zombie has kept me good company since as long as I can recall. We must have met, I think, through Scooby-Doo. Max Brooks helped solidify the…
Captian's Log A Man’s Wishes in the Night 18 Apr 202413 Apr 2024 Anyone can sing a song before the light is gonebut few can make amends before this all will end.I saw a star as bright as snow that's fresh and clean…
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