Captian's Log A Nightmare 19 Jun 2019 I had a spectacular nightmare which filled me with such fear I was senseless as I started awake. No form of invented media can match the horror of a true…
Captian's Log Ashes and Bones 14 May 2019 Though everything was covered in ash, the fire still burned, glowing in the night. The grey flakes settled over all the land as the billowing flames sent their dark smoke,…
Captian's Log Straitjacket 8 May 2019 The withering branches of the old, dead tree reached into the night sky like fingers grasping the moon. Their thin silhouettes cut into the beauty of her majestic fullness in…
Captian's Log A Poem: Demons’ Birth 20 Mar 2019 Crawling out of Hell they return to earth. Bodies black and burned, fire gives them birth, bursting forth in plumes, ruptures from beneath. Out of Hell they crawl. Bloody corpses…
Captian's Log Out of Hell 27 Feb 2019 At sundry times, the interspeaker drolled: “Boarding: Alpha Gate to Oblivion Boarding: Lambda Gate to Limbo Boarding: Omega Gate out of Hell.” He rose, he thought solemnly, holding his little…
Captian's Log The Damned’s Perspective 17 Feb 2019 C. S. Lewis wrote: "I begin to suspect that the world is divided not only into the happy and unhappy, but into those who like happiness and those who, odd…
Captian's Log Poem: No Longer Mine’s to Be 15 Feb 2019 Please read: No Longer Mine’s to Be Excerpt: Sometimes you feel something will give, yet know not when you’ll break. I reached my hand out to my love. Empty, my hand…
Captian's Log Rising Sun 26 Jan 2019 While the others lay sleeping, he sat up, gazing out into the eternal darkness, the empty starless night surrounding them, their heaven and their hell, their north and south, their…
Captian's Log Scribbler’s Counsel 18 Dec 2018 There was a provocative bit of graffiti I saw today, something a cut above the vulgar scribblings and meaningless images to which I have grown accustomed: It was a theological…
Captian's Log As in Life 16 Dec 2018 In my little corner of Hell, they’ve strapped me to an old and uncomfortable, wooden chair. The restraints have torn through my skin to the bone, and my flesh is…
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