Captian's Log From the Archives: Being Human 0.5 13 Sep 2022 This was originally written for The Story Club a community which lives on as The Story Ark. "Helmholtz broke out in an explosion of uncontrollable guffawing." ~ Brave New World If…
Captian's Log September 11th: Dread 11 Sep 202210 Sep 2022 I have, with a certain sense of dread, been awaiting today. Our country seems so divided, and the divisions appear dogmatic. I look around and wonder if there is room…
Captian's Log The Beauty of the Sun 6 Sep 2022 The sun came out from behind the clouds, and the dirty wet street, with its ruts full of rain, gleamed like gold. All was silent in the dead city. I…
Captian's Log A Curse and a Gift 5 Sep 2022 The wizard whispered a strange, ancient spell spoken once so very long, long ago. The red flames of the demon-king's eyes dimmed, and the wild curses spewing from his parsed…
Captian's Log Semantics in Babel 30 Aug 2022 One of the pieces of evidence I might proffer as to why we live in Babel is that semantics is a derogatory term, is treated as a fallacy, so that…
Captian's Log Shadow People 26 Aug 202226 Aug 2022 I don't know. I have my suspicions, but I don't know. I do know that hearing these stories sent shivers up my spine: Many of them were stories I could…
Captian's Log O Captain of My Heart 4 Aug 2022 How my heart burned in my breast all the day! How dreadful it is, like anticipation, only there's nothing. There's nothing to anticipate anymore; nothing to hope for or look…
Captian's Log Rant: Dystopia and Noise 25 Jul 2022 Noise. I don't like it, but you can't escape it. It's always playing anywhere you go. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, mostly it's mediocre, but it's almost always background.…
Captian's Log Halloween Memory 24 Jul 2022 The paper mask hangs there on the wall, a memory. I cannot take it down. It rests between the stars, beside the waxing moon. I sometimes think of her. I…
Captian's Log Dreams of the Beach 20 Jul 2022 The white waves of the sea threw themselves onto the shore with a somewhat desperate air. The tide was receding, and the ocean kept sending its cold hands up the…
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