Captian's Log Vista From the Clocktower 10 Jun 2025 The young man took a step along the gangway, and, holding back a mournful groan, reached for the strong column of timber beside him. Holding himself up, he breathed while…
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 When Time Is Up 29 Oct 202426 Oct 2024 How I hated the gong. The clocktower's reverberations sounded throughout the town as evening settled into night. The dim and fading twilight, the last, fading vespers of the setting sun's…
Captian's Log Time in the Clocktower 5 Jun 20241 Jun 2024 From beyond the face of the clock, the light of the moon shone through in a diffused glow so that the shadowed hands were reversed, mirrored and blurry lines passing…
Captian's Log The Room With a Clock 5 May 2023 I've sat in the room with a clock, endured every tick, every tock. The pendulum swings on and on, from morning to night, from dusk unto dawn. I've waited with…
Captian's Log The Tick-tock Man 17 Mar 2023 The tick-tock man had chosen a little hill to die on. As the ancient spring which powered him neared the end of its unwinding, he sat upon the wooded knoll…
Captian's Log The Minute Past 4 Feb 2023 Sometimes I sit before the clock and watch the minute hand. I think, if I am still, if I am very, very still, I just might see it move. I…
Captian's Log Midnight Chimes 19 Dec 2022 …nevertheless, Death was a good dancer. He led me round and round, keeping in perfect step with the band, and I glided across the floor like I was nothing, nothing…
Captian's Log Short: The Room of a Quarter to Three 18 Jan 2022 The clock stands silently against the southern wall opposite the dusty fireplace, its unmoving hands now forever waiting at a quarter to three. No living hand comes again to wind…
Captian's Log Tic, Tic, Tic 2 Mar 2020 Hello dear reader, I am feeling sick and a touch miserable, so here's a brief offering of something approximating poetry. The Beast which devoured iron we imprisoned in the…
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