Captian's Log The King’s Fall 17 Jan 202413 Jan 2024 The blind prophet felt his way along the cold and abandoned corridor. Coming to the end of the hallway, he pushed through the unlatched doors leading into the king's chamber.…
Captian's Log Clarence 4 Jan 202426 Dec 2023 They sat in silence, the sort of silence a hospital offers with the ever moving nurses and busy doctors, the incessant blips and beeps of machines, the expectancy of life…
Captian's Log Clarence 3 Jan 202426 Dec 2023 The old man took hold of Clarence's chin, turning it right then left and peering down with a thoughtful hum. "No bites," he said. "That's good. Now," he sat back…
Captian's Log Clarence 2 Jan 202426 Dec 2023 The white curtains he woke up to confused him a moment, but the sounds of a hospital soon established a certain probability in the swirling soup of his thoughts. Floating…
Captian's Log Clarence 30 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 He knew by a sharp and irrefutable instinct who it was. Who else would it be? Instantly, he was awake and sober, his hand reaching for the blessed beads he'd…
Captian's Log Clarence 29 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 Taking off his round spectacles, he gave them an absentminded scrub on the end of his shirt and replaced them. The blurry outline of his head gazed up at him.…
Captian's Log Clarence 28 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 He had stopped somewhere, he would have wondered where if he'd the mental fortitude, beside a lamppost beneath which a collection of rain had formed a muddy and reflective puddle.…
Captian's Log Clarence 27 Dec 202326 Dec 2023 The dark and terrible thought passed through his mind as he wandered, sleepless, over the rain-speckled pavement. Will I ever sleep again? The question haunted him as he propelled himself…
Captian's Log Dear Reader: Over the Next Few Days 26 Dec 2023 Dear Reader, I will be away from the blog for a week or so. I've got some pre-written posts ready to be automatically published over my absence. Most of them…
Captian's Log Sad Ghost 21 Dec 2023 This last piece was news to me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Fred, yawning over a cup of coffee. "Really? A goat's head?" I asked. He grunted. "No…
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