Captian's Log Pilgrims Passing in the Mist 22 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 The weary pilgrims' parade of faded and tattered banners, their worn habiliments of time weathered hues scalloped by the road's grasping thorns, nears the end of its ageless journey. The…
Captian's Log In the Windows 14 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 The little shelter held off the rain admirably enough, though the roof's soft pitter-patter filled my heart with an unendurable expectancy like the continual tunning of instruments by an unseen…
Captian's Log Wandering 16 Feb 20258 Feb 2025 I have been walking for a long time now. It has been a long time. and my feet hurt. Sometimes I dream, sometimes, as the weariness overwhelms me, I think…
Captian's Log Morning and Night 31 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 In the cool of the night a voice, a whisper on the sands, and I heard melody in my dreams. The smoke of the fire rose and twisted in the…
Captian's Log The Thieves’ Bazar 28 Dec 2024 A shrouded figure rode through the thieves' bazaar, the drooping tassels of his grey covering the same dark shade of his charcoal steed. His shadow moved through the lamplight, passing…
Captian's Log A Week Gone 2 Dec 2024 On a corner of my bed, here beside me where my desk sits, are the marks of your claws. It's all torn up thanks to you. It is about the…
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 Strange Magic | Happy Halloween 31 Oct 202410 Oct 2024 The strange and terrible magic of an old sheet thrown over your head, to cut out eyeholes in a threadbare cloth stolen from your bed, to visit your neighbors as…
Captian's Log The Sleeper Slept 26 Oct 202424 Oct 2024 The specter shifted its translucent head to gaze wistfully out the library's veranda window as the music invaded its silent study. The sounds of the party below touched something in…
Captian's Log Echoes in the Bones 19 Oct 2024 There is a beauty to the dead, that quiet countenance,that soft, relaxed, untroubled face, which worms will feast on hence.There is a beauty to be dead, to rest within a…
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