Captian's Log Let Spooky Season Commence 1 Oct 2021 It's spooky season! I'm pulling out all the skeletons from my closet and giving them a good dusting, letting the ghosts out to be exorcised, and a friendly, aristocratic sort…
Captian's Log Drabble: A Ghostly Light 17 Aug 2021 The ghost's soft glow passed from window to window. Hidden, crouching in the underbrush, I watched the transparent figure traverse the long hall. The crumbling, tattered house stood alone within…
Captian's Log Drabble: Guests 13 Aug 2021 A strange pall fell over me as I considered his words. Out the window, a melodramatic flash of lightning streaked across the dark blue sky, and I waited for the…
Captian's Log By the Power of Textual Criticism 6 May 2021 I talked with a ghost once, or at a ghost. She didn't say much, just sort of moaned, rattling the chains of her damnation at intervals. I didn't really know…
Captian's Log Silent Dust 29 Sep 2020 The dust is still; there are no more stirring winds to give life. The dust sits. The books are unopened. They rest on their shelves, forgotten. No hand turns their…
Captian's Log Around the Lake 28 Jan 2020 Two friends were walking by the pond. They had made this trek before as young men, conversing as they completed their circuit, but the day was waning as they went,…
Captian's Log Dialogue: Interesting Questions 20 Nov 2019 Please read: Interesting Questions Excerpt: “I played chess with a ghost once,” my friend offered. He was always a little uneasy in long drawn out silences, as well as short pauses,…
Captian's Log 2019: Happy Halloween 31 Oct 2019 A happy Halloween I wish to one and all, and tasty, tasty treats for everyone this fall. For anyone who remembers, I was supposed to have prepared a special post…
Captian's Log A Christian Reflection On Ghosts 7 Sep 20197 Sep 2019 Please read: Do Ghosts Exist? If you had asked me as a child, I would have said unequivocally that they did. Nowadays, I say I don’t know. (As I wrote…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost’s Eyes 7 Aug 2019 Please Read: Ghost’s Eyes Excerpt: When roaming through the night he stopped by the lamppost, his face turned to the light. That’s how I saw the ghost. [continue]
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