Captian's Log The Dreams are Ended 15 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 I thought, just for a moment, that there was love. My fault; I forgot: What you were, what I was, that we're masks. Midnight came, and we ended with the…
Captian's Log Love Nest and Zombies 14 Feb 2026 She lay there, half covered in the disheveled sheets of our lovemaking, the silken red covers flowing freely over her hips like a waterfall. Her one exposed breast rose like…
Captian's Log My Breast Your Grave 12 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 I try to find out where I broke my heart, which blow it was that did me in, but no pain or grief has slain my soul— I dwell upon…
Captian's Log Ran Round Its Years 8 Feb 202631 Jan 2026 He gazed at me with that irresistible grin, and I felt my heart break. "It's time," I said, watching the darkness growing in his eyes. The glass touchscreen felt like…
Captian's Log The Isle Beyond the Sun 6 Feb 202631 Jan 2026 I fear I am too broken to help you. There is a long and terrible journey ahead, and if you ask me to go, I will. I fear, though, that…
Captian's Log The Dreadful Thing 5 Feb 202631 Jan 2026 What avails you now that you have sold your soul? What more can I do? Can I undo what was done? Yes, yes I can. That is the dreadful thing.…
Captian's Log Black & White 4 Feb 202631 Jan 2026 I'm usually a fan of the David Suchet Poirot. However, I think there is something missing or wrong about the tone of his version of "Murder on the Orient Express."…
Captian's Log They Call Home 3 Feb 202631 Jan 2026 Standing alone as the night comes on, listening to the sounds of the sea and shore, I do not yet want to turn back toward the hotel. Sitting, therefore, on…
Captian's Log Hear the Call 1 Feb 202624 Jan 2026 So soft the sound which playsso light the tune I hearso strange the dream I dreamedso odd the vision here. I know I knew but what I knowI cannot now…
Captian's Log Moonstruck 30 Jan 202624 Jan 2026 Gliding over the lake, the calm surface like a mirror, when the clouds parted and the full light of the moon shone down—as I was so silently escaping, my oars…