Captian's Log Drabble: Preparations in the Dark 3 May 2021 The music of the anvil echoes in the dark while the red glow of the furnace pulses. Within their smoking mountain, the dwarves are hard at work. Preparation. Preparation. Preparation.…
Captian's Log Short: War in the Heavens 28 Apr 202128 Apr 2021 A silent flash of blinding light streaked across the sky, and then was gone. The world seemed dimmer a moment afterward, almost grey, but such trivialities were far from my…
Captian's Log Drabble: Blood and Fire 21 Jan 2021 The time has come, the time has passed, and here we are like dead men unable to act. We stand here confused, speechless. What a monstrous thing has been done,…
Captian's Log I’m Afraid of Fear 4 Dec 2020 Okay, I feel a political rant coming on. A friend of mine told me this story: He privately asked a professor for his opinion on a certain hot-button issue at…
Captian's Log Poem: Bravery 7 Nov 2020 Please Read: Bravery The clanging swords of countless hosts resound within my ears. Their bloody war brought on by boasts will bring such bitter tears. They drench the earth in…
Captian's Log Poem: Battle Cry 29 Aug 2020 By the broken hands which turn,—Can I tell you? Can you learn?—by this sacred grove of trees—in this light cast by their leaves,in this mountain's shadow cold,in this moment growing…
Captian's Log Winter Battles Spring 27 Aug 201927 Aug 2019 The cold wind blew over the fresh fields, a harsh chill interrupting the burgeoning summer. The green sprouts shivered as the mountainous breath passed. Thus, the giants declared war upon…
Captian's Log 2019: Memorial Day 27 May 2019 I thank you who have died for me, never knowing me, that I may be free. I thank you families who have lost that I might be free. Thank you.
Captian's Log Poem: I Am At War and I Am Losing 19 May 2019 Please read: I Am At War and I Am Losing Excerpt: I am at war, and I am losing ground: Each battle won depletes my storehouses; At every victory moral…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs Making Monsters 18 May 2019 The broken street lay shattered by the bombardment, empty craters and scattered cobblestones inhabiting the once lively thoroughfare. A guard, two men, marched out from around a corner, the invaders’…
