Captian's Log The Screaming 7 Apr 2025 They sleep in the dirt like the dead, but not merely dead. These still trouble the world as sleepwalkers. On nights like tonight, when the veil separating our worlds is…
Captian's Log Things that Never Were 4 Apr 2025 A sadness gripped me this week, a memory. I thought of a man, a good man, and a conversation we had. Of late, I find myself asking many "what if"…
Captian's Log The Reflection’s Voice 3 Apr 2025 There shines a light in the blackness of this pit, our grave of lost souls, and like gnats we all flock to it. How can we not in this timeless…
Captian's Log Cannot Reflect 2 Apr 2025 "Where we meet upon the road of fate ourselves, a battle too is met, I think," the madman's soft voice whispered from the cage of tangled bangs which hung from…
Captian's Log Dancing with Death 1 Apr 2025 Dancing with Death, the fool wheels round.Jingel'ling-jangle, his bells here sound.Leaping and light, the happy pair, jokingly jumping through the air, avoid the advance of warning friendsdreading the dangerous thoughts…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part VI 30 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 This one didn't have the fog to hide in anymore, and I had something a bit better than a tire iron this time. Quickly undoing the flap on my pack,…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part V 29 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As I crested a small rise in the road, I stood and inhaled a deep, long breath of that sharp, fresh air, letting my eyes survey the landscape's gradual unveiling.…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part IV 28 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As the dew dispersed into the ethereal, the fog fading away into the unseen, the beauty of the countryside bore in upon me like an infection, and, inescapably, the weak…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part III 27 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 Shifting the backpack's straps a little, searching for some relief, I grunted. I had taken only the essentials, but the weight still dug into my shoulders. The cold and dewy…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part II 26 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As I surveyed the occluded landscape of fallow fields, my eyes passed over the shadowy outlines of a few barren, winter robbed trees and here and there, rows of leafless…
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