Captian's Log Wish You Were Here 19 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 As I sit with you, I wish you were here, but you're not. You're somewhere far, far away. I don't know where; maybe I've grown calloused, but I don't think…
Captian's Log Layover 18 Jul 202317 Jul 2023 There is a melancholy air in the noises a bus makes when it parks: a hissing; then the engine dies. You step out of this monster you've been riding in,…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 16 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Yet, of the pagan gods, some voices said that they were demons dragging souls to Hell. Not all immortalities are equal; an indefatigable fire for the infamous, an endless suffering…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 15 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 My eyes met the skull's eyeless sockets, the shadowed holes reminding me—almost, I could hear a voice putting it into words—that I too would die, might lie as he, my…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 14 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Too well known for anyone to bother making a copy, too tired a point to need repeating, and so it was forgotten. A paradox, but such is life, a walk…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 13 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Yet, if history was silent on its origin, it did whisper, a long, hoarse whisper through the centuries, carried on under the cries of war and famine and death, the…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 12 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 The daylight touched upon the corpse. It was little more than a skeleton covered in dust and cobwebs. The man had died at his desk, his head his own monkish…
Captian's Log Reprieve 10 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 "Men have been killed for less," I said, cocking the gun. "And unjustly killed, I might add. Many a gallows has snapped an innocent neck, and even a guilty neck,…
Captian's Log The Toy Maker 6 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 The hunched figure shuddered, and a long, thin arm readjusted the rather worn hat resting on its head. The appendage retreated back to the workbench, and the beetle-like creature sighed.…
Captian's Log On the Death of My Uncle at the End of a Slow Suicide 18 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 Please God, he was only ever good to me. I know, I cannot help but know it, what sort of man he was. But is there not some hope for…
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