Captian's Log Philip 23 Jul 202221 Jul 2022 The skeleton lifted his cursed sword as he slowly stepped toward his opponent, his unmoving opponent. Blood from Philip's wound fell onto the polished, mirrorlike blade of his father's weapon.…
Captian's Log Philip 22 Jul 202221 Jul 2022 "I said I would," he groaned. "I've come to claim what was lost." "You can barely stand." "I invoke," gasped Philip, "the right to combat." "You have no sword." "You…
Captian's Log Philip 21 Jul 202221 Jul 2022 "You've had trouble." The observation almost made him laugh. "Yes," Philip replied. The old, skeletal figure nodded its white, bald head in acknowledgement without any change coming over its shriveled…
Captian's Log Ashes 9 Jul 2022 There was a dream we whispered in the night, whispered so low we could barely hear our voices, yet we knew; we all dreamed it, were haunted by it—ever dreaming…
Captian's Log Beyond the Mirror 6 Jul 2022 There could never be anyone in the mirror but a blind man, blind to the world beyond the looking glass. He shaves, pisses, poses, but he never lives. He comes…
Captian's Log Happy 5 Jul 2022 It started raining a little before noon today, just a light rain. Its soft and gentle patter filled my heart with gladness, and I could not help but "think to…
Captian's Log The Fallen 2 Jul 20222 Jul 2022 Lead fell like rain, tearing apart earth and men together, mixing the dust and blood into soup. The bodies of the slain lay in jigsaw pieces upon the battlefield, arms…
Captian's Log Final Words 28 Jun 2022 Well, this is weird, last night I wrote a post, and then didn't post it. The document was still open when I got up this morning. I just never put…
Captian's Log Lights Out 20 Jun 2022 The lights went out, sending us all over the edge. Being suddenly blind is quite as shocking as the dreadful sensation of falling—no, not of falling, of the weird moment…
Captian's Log Hypnos 18 Jun 2022 The pendulum sweeps before my eyes—to the right, to the left—while his soft, disembodied voice whispers imperceptible phrases to me, the quiet syllables bleeding into each other like waves. Honeyed…
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