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 Sick 6 Apr 20255 Apr 2025 Sick, and fallen to the mercy of a terrible grogginess. It's hard to write, harder to have the self-control not to scroll endlessly through Twitter. I should do something, I…
Captian's Log Come Down 5 Apr 2025 The clown is painting his face, so white, and gazing in the mirror. Slowly he's appearing there, and recognizing what he is. The grease he lays on thick; he spreads…
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 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…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part I 25 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 The corpse lies still upon the earth, the crater in its head a sure sign it won't get up again. I stand panting in the cold morning, my breath, coming…
