Captian's Log On Ice 11 Jan 20247 Jan 2024 Cold, the light was cold. He lay upon the obsidian slab and stared into the eternal night with its myriad stars. The small exoplanet, a rogue bit of debris lost…
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 Waiting to Die 9 Jan 20247 Jan 2024 A silence fell over me as the tyrant died, as he gurgled in his blood. A great man, in a way; not good, not loved—perhaps someone did love him—but great.…
Captian's Log Song Beyond the Hills 8 Jan 20247 Jan 2024 What song is sung beyond the hills?What tune reaches my ear?This melody my longing thrillsthough I can barely hear. Sing on sweet maid I'll never know;sing sweet and soft tonight.I…
Captian's Log Reunion 7 Jan 20246 Jan 2024 The zombie waited with perfect patience. He had a sort of stoicism or weariness in his deformed face, a bloated impassivity borne, no doubt, from his years trapped in this…
Captian's Log Confusion 6 Jan 2024 "There are a thousand things I want to say, a thousand places I'd rather be, but you have to know. We found him, what was left. They'd got him. I…
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 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…