Captian's Log Speeding Away 18 Jul 2022 How speedy is the second hand,revolving all the day;how swift to fall, the grains of sand,counting the hour away. And all of time is madthe nights and days are oneno…
Captian's Log The First Sword 17 Jul 2022 When the first sword was forged, it was crud, but it was forged. The man who forged it wanted to kill a god. You see, there was a mighty-man in…
Captian's Log Mad Ramblings 11 Apr 2022 "There's a chance," I said, "that the world's lost its mind." "There's a chance," said he, "you've lost yours." "I don't doubt," I smiled, "but that's beside the point. Sane…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 27 Aug 202126 Aug 2021 The painter chap, nice fellow he was, took him to some sanitorium afterward. They found him raving with a fever, so's the tale, speaking of the old king and a…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 26 Aug 2021 I've said we should make prints of the thing, sell postcards, there's a real genius to that painting, but people be a fearing it. Suppose that's why they keep it…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 25 Aug 2021 They keep the painting in the chapel down the street there, if you want to see it. A queer effect it has on the mind. You sit there staring at…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 24 Aug 202124 Aug 2021 The floating Isle of Lolth is only seen through clouded mists upon the lonely hills, and as though 'twere mist itself, it vanishes before the eye knows what it sees.…
Captian's Log Short Story: Ole Joe 28 Jun 2021 Please Read: Ole Joe There remains to me my sanity, which is more than what’s left to Ole Joe. Take some pity on him when he comes by. He wasn’t…
Captian's Log Short: Lucifer 3 Jun 2021 It's getting darker in here. This is the sunset of reason; in the twilight is madness. Still, it is a refuge: The insanity is our escape from that devouring light,…
Captian's Log The Rhyming Madman 10 May 2021 The madman is calmer now. I spy him in the darkness of his cell cowering within the corner. Still, a certain rigidness in his neck warns me that the storms…
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