Bureau of Clandestine Affairs The Keeper 17 Jun 202516 Jun 2025 "I suppose the danger is past," I sighed. "You probably want to know what happened . . . hum?" "Yeah," he said, his eyes half closed. "I mean, that was weird." "Long ago," I…
Captian's Log The Eternal Search 16 Jun 2025 We have walked through these desert and forgotten worlds, through ruins and plains, past towering monoliths and ancient graves—but we haven't found the light. It is a tired and wearied…
Captian's Log The Peace 12 Jun 2025 The zombie lifted up his putrid head and met my eyes. There was almost a smile there on the rotting lips. Then it held out its hand to me. I'd…
Captian's Log Madman’s Toast 11 Jun 2025 The drinks were lifted up in toast, while lowered eyes met not.One voice did bellow out his boast, while each in private thought:One thought it shame, one thought it crime,some…
Captian's Log A Sound, a Fright, a Ghost 8 Jun 20257 Jun 2025 We walk together, at times, but still, I walk alone, a shadow in the night. We passed a lifeless stone made like life, like a dead man who rots within…
Captian's Log Then Sell Your Soul 7 Jun 2025 There is a silent death we die,a spell we dare not say.If nothing I have said will fly, then you must go away. I cannot make it clearer thanwhat the…
Captian's Log Got Him 6 Jun 2025 The spiney fin rises over the murky surface of the pool for an instant before the monster dives back into its swamp. Click. "Did you get it?" "I think so,"…
Captian's Log A Choice 5 Jun 2025 There comes a time, I think, where a man becomes his decision. As such, in the retrospective, what other choice could he make? So, I say the choice has made…
Captian's Log Beyond My Grasp 3 Jun 2025 Wonder not. I think no hand of man may touch the vision in this glade. Though you may reach, you'll never reach. Always just beyond your grasp, the elusive, ruby…
Captian's Log Some Doggerel Lines | Meditations On Lewis’s The Four Loves 31 May 2025 So silent moves the knife of a faithful friend;the lover's poisoned drops will not amend.The father's gifts become a contract's bind;of shackles does the mother's love remind. All loves are…
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