Captian's Log The Purple Cloud 7 Mar 20251 Mar 2025 We stand before a storm; a great darkness, slowly spreading over the vast, desert plains, thunders with deep and abiding echoes of unfathomable magnitude. The terrible flashes, hidden in its…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part V 1 Mar 202520 Feb 2025 I remember the falling, and before that the terrible cry of madness, of a mind breaking, but somehow, I remember him above me, flying up higher and higher, speeding away…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part IV 28 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 I had pretended peace, real peace with my enemy, imploring him to remember our old friendship: "Let us hike, let us remember where we used to sneak off after school."…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part III 27 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 It was all meant to be, and as my mind wanders over the soggy fields to the place of my triumph—oh blessed darkness. In my mind, lost in thought, dreaming…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part II 26 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 Yes, the rain is my companion, my accomplice, diligently erasing all evidence of my sin. Perhaps the rain even intends to bury him for me in a mudslide. Heaven must…
Captian's Log Falling Apart | Part I 25 Feb 202520 Feb 2025 The sound of the rain upon the skylight pleases me this morning, but the storm makes the world dark as I'm longing to see the light of the sky. I…
Captian's Log Eyes of Flame 8 Jan 2025 The flames, still living, burned, stretching their hot tongues up toward a clouded and darkening heaven; they cared not nor knew the blackened husk was dead, their job done, accomplished.…
Captian's Log Morning Strains 14 Oct 2024 After the storm and thunder, I woke as in a dream. We had all been sleeping in the living room of the old house, our bags like still worms, cocoons…
Captian's Log Education’s Cost 25 Sep 2024 It's raining tonight. A soft sound, gentle, at my window. But the dreams are far, far away. Instead, there are the drums, mixing with the rain, drums perpetual still beating…
Captian's Log Funeral for the Sun 21 Sep 2024 Sunset and rain, a silent walk, my reflection in the wet street. Cold, but I'm warm. The air is cold, but clean. The light is fading, and the streetlamps o'er…
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