Captian's Log Please Read: No Tale is Told 17 Jun 202412 Jun 2024 Please Read:No Tale is Told So are the dreams that never dream, the deaths that never die.These things are never what they seem, and yet they never lie.I heard it…
Captian's Log Choice of Lo 3 Jun 20241 Jun 2024 …and then the child was dead. Her mother said it would be easy. Mother was always right; even when she wasn't, it was Lo's job to make her right. So,…
Captian's Log Running 1 Jun 202429 May 2024 In dreams and whispers, on summer breezes and ocean waves, by fire, by night, at the first taste of spring in the air…I have had those nightly visions, with hushed…
Captian's Log Meditation on Passivity 30 May 202428 May 2024 I was thinking about passivity the other day in my prayers, and it seemed to me that there were two ways in which one might be passive. There is a…
Captian's Log Waking Madness 14 May 2024 In the silence after the shot, when the blue haze of the plasma ray filled the crystal caverns, I felt the waking laughter of the frozen sleeper. The gyves dug…
Captian's Log Will Be Heard 3 May 2024 When life has passed and the noise of dreams fades from echoes into an utter silence, a thought might remain, a lone redoubt in the darkened wastes. Dogged, unchanged, even…
Captian's Log None Can Foresee 2 May 20242 May 2024 Fantasy sings his song to me, and I, his grinning captive, sit to dream. But soon, too soon, I wake and burst the spell. All gone but for the memories…
Captian's Log For Now 28 Apr 2024 When I was younger, in my early twenties, I was exceedingly unhappy. At some point, I began to pray that I would die young, around thirty. I am no longer…
Captian's Log Facing Faceless Reflections 24 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 What horrid dreams: I pulled off my face, and there you were beneath the skin. How often did I suspect us? There was something about the mirror, some furtive way…
Captian's Log Shadows Weep 21 Apr 202420 Apr 2024 There comes a time when the cold no longer makes you cold. There's a place beyond all these pains and these mortal throes. I've walked along the cold, grey shores…
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