Captian's Log Happy 4th of July 4 Jul 20244 Jul 2024 Well, ladies and gents, what about that debate, uh? I didn't watch it, not really. I caught the tail end. I'm fairly sure that whoever's piloting the animatronic forgot to…
Captian's Log Candid 3 Jul 202429 Jun 2024 Candid, moments shared between us, one of those uncounted transitions between events, something about getting in a car, passing through a doorway, walking down a hallway, these things don't really…
Captian's Log When Winter Ends 2 Jul 202429 Jun 2024 We filed through the snow, the winter air making each of us our own steam engine, our breaths rising in little, fading clouds over our heads. A train with only…
Captian's Log A Digression | Notes on the Differing Types of Undeath 30 Jun 202429 Jun 2024 There seem to me to be different types of undeath. In the basic conceit, undeath is best described by Barbossa in Pirates of the Caribbean: Neither living nor dead. We…
Captian's Log Undeath’s End 27 Jun 202422 Jun 2024 The ghoulish figure sat, grinning his lipless smile with a vacant stare, upon a stony bench under the flowering cherry whose dark trunk and branches held high the heartrendingly beautiful…
Captian's Log A Killer’s Dying 26 Jun 202422 Jun 2024 A killer's dying, clutching lead filled guts,but these tears I'm crying—this scene my heart cuts— He was a man who had no home,but he would fight for ours.No more will…
Captian's Log A Hole in History 25 Jun 202422 Jun 2024 A deader man than he, whose dust has long been scattered across a million stars, who has no dead monument nor living memory, whose every deed and act—his effect upon…
Captian's Log Indomitable 23 Jun 202415 Jun 2024 I said it once before; you ignored it. I'll say it now again: You cannot win. All you can do is kill. It's not a fate I fear. Death's shadow's…
Captian's Log Short Story: Mr. Puckle-luckle 21 Jun 202415 Jun 2024 Please Read:Mr. Puckle-luckle https://taletold.wordpress.com/short-stories/mr-puckle-luckle/
Captian's Log The Traveler Between 20 Jun 202415 Jun 2024 They are below, buried deep below, and no hand can lift them up. What darkness there, what eternal shadow, reigns—but he, he is not what I've come to speak of.…
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