Captian's Log Above the Desert’s Dunes 13 Feb 20257 Feb 2025 At the last moment, he jumped. Falling through the night, his whispered prayers were swallowed in the howling winds; he could not even hear his own voice. Then fire burst…
Captian's Log The Dead are Here 27 Nov 202425 Nov 2024 "The dead are here, in the shadows and hidden corners just out of sight, in the periphery, whispers only just heard. The departed, with their still echoing influence, walk with…
Captian's Log 2024: Memorial Day 27 May 202427 May 2024 For you who died that others live, I pray 'twas not a gift in vain.I thank you all for all you've donefor my and other strangers' gain. Your sacrifice, one…
Captian's Log Free 3 Mar 20242 Mar 2024 It was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "I'm free," he said. Though the computer had recognized the shifts in the subject's body, the relaxation of…
Captian's Log A Free Man 24 Jan 202323 Jan 2023 How heavy were the chains which bound me, which crushed my soul, and yet how terrible, how heart shattering, was the dreadful clattering clank when the manacles were cut off,…
Captian's Log Becoming Free 26 Nov 2022 Scarcely had I stood erect after many centuries of being bound, when then, looking up, a bright light stabbed my eyes. I was blinded; immediately thrown into darkness. So I…
Captian's Log America? 6 Nov 20225 Nov 2022 I heard myself thinking to myself, "Maybe you're right, but I have no faith in America." Some of you may roll your eyes at this. What is more out of…
Captian's Log Drabble From the Typewriter: Being Free 14 Nov 2021 We have seen wonders no tongue can tell. Our eyes have looked upon what we cannot explain. Do not think me mad. Blind! You who have not seen! There are…
Captian's Log Drabble: Balloon 9 Aug 2021 Tears crept into his eyes, and he grinned a wild grin. The earth was falling away. He leaned over the edge of the basket as the fire filled the balloon…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Just Free 15 Jan 202124 Sep 2025 She knocked on my door. I saw her distorted image through the fisheyed peephole. The door opened. "He's dead," she said, her foot tapping. I nod. "How?" She sighed and…
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