Captian's Log The Abyss 12 Jan 202610 Jan 2026 Clinging to life, my knuckles turning white as I grip the railing, I glance down at the smoking abyss below. What darkness there! I hear panicked shouts, but the words…
Captian's Log Break Him 10 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 What breaks a man's soul like hope? Hope makes him breakable. Without it, what's there to break? First, he must hope; after, he is as mortal as you or I.…
Captian's Log Strange Intent 7 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 We sang at the dawn of creation, repeating the tunes we had heard in our dreams. No one doubted, then. Creation was an immediate doing, a necessity, like crying when…
Captian's Log Drink! 6 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 "Drink!" he hollered. "Drink and forget your woes, old one!" Something, ale perhaps, was passed to me in a large tankard. I nodded gratefully and sipped, trying not to taste…
Captian's Log Uncreate 5 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 There are stories, you know, of knights, of heroes, and of other things, the shadows that accompany them, the monsters they fight, the villains; that, I'm afraid, is where I…
Captian's Log Soldier: Life 4 Jan 202626 Dec 2025 "Your kingdom's destroyed," mocked the enemy captain. "Why fight?" The soldier just stood, his head high, lifting his sword and pointing it at his enemy. The captain gave a stage-shrug…
Captian's Log Soldier: Love 3 Jan 202626 Dec 2025 He fell, the sword still in his limp hand, not even knowing that he fell. There he lay in the mud. There, in the darkness of his mind, he dreamed.…
Captian's Log Soldier: Death 2 Jan 202626 Dec 2025 More than saddle-sore, the soldier's weary legs trembled at every step. A heart full of icy fear, he tried to stoke with his dying anger. Dying with him. As the…
Captian's Log Free to Dance 30 Dec 202527 Dec 2025 Smile with me, dream with me, and dance the dance of death. Round and round, let's go, caught in each others' arms. The music is alive, though the ground is…
Captian's Log The Beggar’s Bowl 29 Dec 202527 Dec 2025 The beggar smiled through his dirt encrusted face, quickly snatching the coins from his bowl. The hand retracted into his tattered tunic. "Wouldn't," I asked, "it be better to show…
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