Captian's Log There Was a Song 21 Jan 202619 Jan 2026 There was a song we sang, in the quiet and the dark, when our hope was—well, back then, it seemed the hope of fools—and we sang it in whispers so…
Captian's Log Recursive Suicide of the Soul 29 May 2025 "I slept with a ghost," he whispered. We were old friends. I'm sure you know the kind. A friendship you can count on. You can recount the faded memories of…
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 Lost in the Hedgerows 12 Mar 202513 Mar 2025 I see them in my dreams. Every night, it's the same. I'm running through some sort of maze, old forgotten hedgerows and dying bramble on lifted beds of brickwork. They…
Captian's Log The Haunted 26 Nov 202423 Nov 2024 This dream has troubled me, a sort of vampiric vision syphoning my vitality—I have not slept well in weeks. The dream itself is indistinct and hard to explain beyond a…
Captian's Log Haunted by Love 30 Oct 202426 Oct 2024 "I'm haunted," he said with a despairing sigh worthy of the stage we were under and all the odd bits of waiting theatre artifice long stowed and forgotten. "Wherever I…
Captian's Log Haunted Cul-de-Sac 18 Oct 2024 Down a winding path I found a dead end. It seemed a nice little cul-de-sac, and the Halloween lawn decorations were tasteful, in the sense of not being gory. It…
Captian's Log The Sleeper’s Mask 12 Dec 2023 In the ruin of that great house, buried under broken beams, fallen walls, and ash, there lies a mask, a pale mask without expression. Content, the sleeper's mask, its eyes…
Captian's Log A Place of Spirits 17 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 It is a place of spirits, of goblins and ghosts, and of sorrow. Like a dampness, you can taste the air and know that somewhere, somewhere near is…an epicenter. You've…
Captian's Log The Morning After 1 Nov 2022 A good night's work, the skeleton thought to himself, quickly taking another drink to drown out the quiet, contrarian voice that echoed softly in his hollow skull, repeating the words…
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