Captian's Log Memories of Mt. Hood 13 Sep 202512 Sep 2025 Do you ever wonderwhere the rivers flow?Desolate, white Mountain peakwhat happens to your melted snow?Between here and there, forests and planesyour living waters feed.Birds and beasts this gift refreshed, this…
Captian's Log The Nosferatu Nemesis 17 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 The vampire stirred as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the hills. The pale face twisted a moment, and the body shuddered. Finally, the eyes shot open,…
Captian's Log Cold, Silent Laughter 27 Aug 202426 Aug 2024 The river's rolling surface, glinting in the sun, is white as silver. Here, the air is cool, even cold, and the river's melody is soft in my ears. Some shade's…
Captian's Log Love Was Hers 10 May 2024 Love was a thing. She had not expected that. She'd heard of love, of course, who hadn't, she'd even hoped to find it, but she hadn't expected this reality. He…
Captian's Log Tears of God 10 Jan 20247 Jan 2024 How gentle is the river now,how slow and calm he seems,and yet 'twas just an hour sincethe banks were full of screams. An hour since a life he tookdown to…
Captian's Log I Left the Fatal Dream 5 Jan 2024 A still and silent moment passed I heard the mountain sigh I felt the river's weeping soul I knew I had to die. Some things are not, some others are,…
Captian's Log Facing the Dead Dragon 16 Oct 202314 Oct 2023 A bridge spans the river which flows beyond our small vision and into the waiting sea. A bridge, carved from the bones of a fallen dragon; there is no toll…
Captian's Log Pan 22 Aug 202319 Aug 2023 I saw him once, on a little, river island. I was sitting on the bank with a line in, dreaming, staring at the sky. I felt—it's hard to explain—I heard…
Captian's Log A Quiet Escape 8 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 Walking by the river in the fog, the heavy sand gives slowly under my foot, holding the impression of my soles clearly, like a cast. I glance over my shoulder…
Captian's Log Vampire Island 7 Jan 2023 The vampire stood there across the river, a shadow amid the darkness of the trees. Were it not for the red gleam of his eyes, I'd have missed him altogether,…
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