Captian's Log Dreams and Dreamers 14 Jan 202514 Jan 2025 What are dreams? I am no child. Dreams come and go. I do not hold onto them. But I too have been robbed of sleep this night and hoped for…
Captian's Log Dreams and Dreamers 13 Jan 202514 Jan 2025 Strange dreams have assaulted me this night. I fought with beasts of darkness and thunder whose evil laughter haunts me now. Their unseen faces hid some knowing smirk. I fended…
Captian's Log The Sleeping Dragon 11 Jan 2025 Well, once when I was young, I sat beside a dragon. The sleeping wyrm never knew and never came to know. His long snoring eased my mind; and the black…
Captian's Log In the Candlelight 10 Jan 2025 The candlelight's soft, unsteady glow makes the curl of her lips' little smile like sunset on a hill. How I would take my measured, easy stroll down those slopes, my…
Captian's Log Eyes Closed 9 Jan 2025 Sometimes the image of the thing eclipses the thing itself. Have you never stared into a lightbulb and become blind? Once learned, how can we unlearn? If we cannot be…
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 Amazed 6 Jan 2025 The slaughter was amazing. That seemed a bathetic descriptor, but amazing it was. The hapless carnage, leaving no escape into ignorance, no matter how willful, buggered the mind. You simply…
Captian's Log Memories of a Shadow 4 Jan 2025 "The silent silhouette, passing through the light, there and gone, is burned into my mind. Someone else was there. A savior, perhaps. It's not much to go on, a memory…
Captian's Log Sleeping Memories 3 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 "The nameless one," I said, "Does not remember his dreams. He thinks, though, that they are memories, or may be memories, of what he lost. That's why he likes to…
Captian's Log The Breakfast War 2 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 Desire overcame him in the last, and his hand reached out across the table for the rich colored jam. It was a fatal misstep. She raised her eyebrow at him…
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