Captian’s Log – Page 95 – Tale Told

A Guilty Start

We could dream again, if we could lie, if we could close our eyes to what we've done, but now I fear all dreams will end in guilty starts. I…

Fallen Star

A star burnt up the nightand spread this wicked blight.Its cloud smothered the skyand caused so much to die.And here, what hangs so still,these drifting flakes which fillthe air about…

The Shadows Whisper

The continuity between yourself and my own is stretched, I'll agree. You cannot, at this moment, recognize your own shadow, but I am; or, perhaps, I am naught. I am…

Quiet in the Library

4 Feb 20243 Feb 2024

It is quiet in the library. I cannot hear a sound here except for the beating of my heart, the incessant whooshing of my lungs, and the thousand other burbling,…

Repose

It is silent in the library. I decided to treat myself to a little daycation on account of the extraordinarily good weather this week and because of receiving a raise.…

I Am

I sat, my eyes glued to the blaze. There the bodies writhed, not screaming, I doubt they could scream, but they writhed. Was it agony? Could they feel? I watched…

Sink or Swim

1 Feb 202427 Jan 2024

"There's a chance we make it out alive," I said, staring up through the bars. The sun was rising, and a lone seagull squawked as it flew overhead. My heart…

Mom’s Wisdom

31 Jan 202427 Jan 2024

My mom is a font of wisdom, often finding the perfect turn of phrase as if by accident. If she produced only one or two of these proverbs, I might…

The Old Men

30 Jan 202427 Jan 2024

One of the favorite grotesques of this forgotten people seems to have been the face of an old man. There are few variations beside something in the expression. Each one…

Magical Myrioramas: The Hollow Woods | First Drawing

29 Jan 202427 Jan 2024

What strange and mystic powers rest in the eye. There are words beyond words, stories bound up in a glance. A mystery of time that cannot be fathomed was the…