Captian's Log Death of Freedom 17 Jun 201917 Jun 2019 I find two tigers circling each other, each growling terrible threats. One says it undermines our freedom, to take the symbol and destroy it. I tremble, seeing its fangs bared…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Evil Reflections 16 Jun 2019 Okay, so the typeface is unreadable like this. Fine! I'll type it out like a modern man living in 2019. (With a few odd corrections here and there, the…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Little One, Little One 14 Jun 2019 Little one, little one, why do you weep? Little one, little one, go back to sleep. Little one, little one, why do you groan? Little one, little one, how you…
Captian's Log The Court of the Spider Queen 13 Jun 2019 The queen wears a mask of white, her face covered in pale porcelain. She paints it not, unlike her noble court-goers, her rich slaves. They all wear masks, but her…
Captian's Log What Comes Out of the Mirror 12 Jun 2019 The lake was like glass, so still it was, and the little, forgotten pier of rotting wood was half collapsed into the water. Some reeds by the bank were alive…
Captian's Log Short Story: Inflection 11 Jun 2019 I am a normal man with one extraordinary feature. It is nothing intrinsic to myself, but an accident of circumstance, very long ago now, made me privy to a world…
Captian's Log Above and Below 10 Jun 201910 Jun 2019 As is the case with strange things, a history is hard to provide. This letter is unsigned, unaddressed, and missing preceding pages. I know not the whole story, I only…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Under the Sun 7 Jun 2019 Though beauty surround me everywhere, and all the birds are singing in the air, though far the woes of all my life are scattered, gone is all my strife, it…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Burned Ghost 6 Jun 2019 How silently the time slips by and when the hour’s past how came I to this midnight end? my soul burnt up in ash? A blackened thing unlike myself, and…
Captian's Log Can You See Me? 5 Jun 2019 “Can you see me?” he whispered. She continued with her chores silently, gliding like a dancer through the house. He followed her, broken, sometimes whispering, sometimes shouting, begging to be…
