Captian's Log Face to Face 7 Jan 2025 Torn from gentle dreams and animal desires, staring open mouthed, the beast admiresoverhead, the hanging portrait:O what horrid fate!Himself there.Beware:Bygone gloriesmade mere memories.Man no longer man what art?Thou but residue,…
Captian's Log Amazed 6 Jan 2025 The slaughter was amazing. That seemed a bathetic descriptor, but amazing it was. The hapless carnage, leaving no escape into ignorance, no matter how willful, buggered the mind. You simply…
Captian's Log Poem: Resistence 5 Jan 20256 Jan 2025 The ancient priest is waiting near.His soft commands I often hearcompelling me to let him in.It's hard to resist sin. The mighty ones have all but died,and no one else…
Captian's Log Memories of a Shadow 4 Jan 2025 "The silent silhouette, passing through the light, there and gone, is burned into my mind. Someone else was there. A savior, perhaps. It's not much to go on, a memory…
Captian's Log Sleeping Memories 3 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 "The nameless one," I said, "Does not remember his dreams. He thinks, though, that they are memories, or may be memories, of what he lost. That's why he likes to…
Captian's Log The Breakfast War 2 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 Desire overcame him in the last, and his hand reached out across the table for the rich colored jam. It was a fatal misstep. She raised her eyebrow at him…
Captian's Log A New World 1 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 They both reformed, slowly. There was a point, as the flesh and tissues began covering the bones, that he knew pain again. The transition from a sort of disembodied consciousness,…
Captian's Log Nothing to Take in the End 31 Dec 202424 Sep 2025 Let us set the scene. The sun is low, but it has been low many hours now, and that dim glow on the horizon, changeless, growing neither darker nor brighter,…
Captian's Log One With the Storm 30 Dec 2024 Stupid. That's all I can think. Stupid. Swallowing my anger, I close my eyes and try to breathe a moment. In the distance, I can hear the religious chanting from…
Captian's Log The Graverobber 29 Dec 202428 Dec 2024 The graverobber leaned on his shovel and sighed. His breath went forth as a white cloud that December morning, and it seemed all the weariness of his scoured soul was…
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