Captian's Log Short Story: The Last Night 19 Jan 2020 They knew it was the last night, we all knew. Bits of snow, stubborn holdouts of a fading winter, here and there gathered on a sidewalk or street corner. To…
Captian's Log Drabble: Robot’s Eulogy 17 Jan 202016 Jan 2020 Robots have no tears. We were not made with such superfluity. We were made to function. Robots have no blood. We have circuits, timers, and gears. We are steel, not…
Captian's Log Poem: Again 15 Jan 2020 The melting, blue snow of a dying day, the aborted winter’s passing away the cascading rain falling down on me and the dark of night’s a swelling black sea All…
Captian's Log Essay on the Death Penalty 10 Jan 2020 Please Read: The Rectitude of the Death Penalty Excerpt: And in a final aside, though I intended to avoid this rabbit trail, the topic of abortion has been erected. I…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death? 7 Jan 2020 Some medicine I took has made me a bit too drowsy to write a post tonight. Instead, I'll show another few paragraphs of an essay I'm working on. Continued from: Rough…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dying Flames 6 Jan 2020 He stokes the fire. The embers reveal their red glow as they turn over, and then grow black. The smoke rises in twisting plumes as the fire dies. The world…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death? 5 Jan 20205 Jan 2020 There are aspects in the modern mode of thinking which do not follow for me. In this case, one of my life’s recurring themes is the antagonism of all my…
Captian's Log 2019: The End 31 Dec 2019 So here it ends. Another year is fulfilled. Let the Roaring twenties begin! (Let’s skip the whole prohibition thing this decade, please). This has been a year of ups and…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Solemn Night 30 Dec 2019 “Mom wants you to come inside,” I tell my grandfather. He’s sitting on his little porch. It rests on the front yard right near the sidewalk. Grandfather likes to watch…
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