Captian's Log In a New Land 1 Nov 202426 Oct 2024 The dead are marching on the castle, the king has fled his home;he left his vacillating vassal, whose broken legs won't roam. The crows are growing restless, the stores are…
Captian's Log How Great Is That Darkness? 10 Mar 20244 Mar 2024 And, in its shadow, we have ourselves become deathless, dreamless, sleepless. No, only a dull sense of time still remains, but it is time without an edge, without an end,…
Captian's Log How Great Is That Darkness? 9 Mar 20244 Mar 2024 Cast from heaven, their bodies fell like drops of blood upon the dusty ground, and no one dared touch the cursed fowl lying in the dead thing's shadow. Oddly preserved,…
Captian's Log How Great Is That Darkness? 8 Mar 20244 Mar 2024 The dead thing lay in the sky like a dripping, rotting sore. It was flesh, as far as the senses of man, earthbound man, could tell—that is, as far as…
Captian's Log Smiling in the Dark 15 Nov 2023 The smiling thing in the darkness of my dreams perturbs me. Is it just a smile, a wicked, spreading smile filled with laughter and delighting in some secret-kept malice, or…
Captian's Log For the Birds 26 Oct 2023 The air was tainted with a green mist that hung in patches of small, congealing clouds, some above my head, some down at my feet, and everywhere in between. Where…
Captian's Log Winter’s Murder 25 Jul 202322 Jul 2023 How hungry winter left them. They had feasted mightily before the snow. During the battle, the streams had run red, and the corpses had burst in the autumnal sun. Now…
Captian's Log Sonnet: Murder 25 Oct 2022 Please Read: Murder What fateful circuits ring above us now who with our hempen collars wait to fall— but not to meet the earth—for by this bough upheld, our necks…
Captian's Log I’ve Bled This Way Before 28 Jun 2022 The twisting, turning, endless corridors—No means to mark my way along the floorexcept to open up my aching wound—Such desprate means! Already I have swoonedand laid upon my stony path,…
Captian's Log Signs 28 Feb 2022 There is a tombstone. Engraved in the stone are words I cannot read. On the carved cross a corvid sits. The grave is empty below. The corvid sits upon the…
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