Captian's Log That Pale Thing 9 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 The ice grew thickly over the roads, and the blue skies grew into deeper and deeper blues until, dark night, black as ink, shimmered with its myriad sparkling lights. The…
Captian's Log Bleeding 8 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 I'm bleeding out, out in space—I flail, no gravity, no grace.My life is racing through my suit.Red globs circle, bright as fruit. Dizzy now, it's growing dim.Things are looking rather…
Captian's Log Strange Intent 7 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 We sang at the dawn of creation, repeating the tunes we had heard in our dreams. No one doubted, then. Creation was an immediate doing, a necessity, like crying when…
Captian's Log Drink! 6 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 "Drink!" he hollered. "Drink and forget your woes, old one!" Something, ale perhaps, was passed to me in a large tankard. I nodded gratefully and sipped, trying not to taste…
Captian's Log Uncreate 5 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 There are stories, you know, of knights, of heroes, and of other things, the shadows that accompany them, the monsters they fight, the villains; that, I'm afraid, is where I…
Captian's Log Soldier: Life 4 Jan 202626 Dec 2025 "Your kingdom's destroyed," mocked the enemy captain. "Why fight?" The soldier just stood, his head high, lifting his sword and pointing it at his enemy. The captain gave a stage-shrug…
Captian's Log Soldier: Love 3 Jan 202626 Dec 2025 He fell, the sword still in his limp hand, not even knowing that he fell. There he lay in the mud. There, in the darkness of his mind, he dreamed.…
Captian's Log Soldier: Death 2 Jan 202626 Dec 2025 More than saddle-sore, the soldier's weary legs trembled at every step. A heart full of icy fear, he tried to stoke with his dying anger. Dying with him. As the…
Captian's Log Free to Dance 30 Dec 202527 Dec 2025 Smile with me, dream with me, and dance the dance of death. Round and round, let's go, caught in each others' arms. The music is alive, though the ground is…
Captian's Log The Beggar’s Bowl 29 Dec 202527 Dec 2025 The beggar smiled through his dirt encrusted face, quickly snatching the coins from his bowl. The hand retracted into his tattered tunic. "Wouldn't," I asked, "it be better to show…
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