Captian's Log Stitches 4 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 “Yes,” said Nightspore in a slow voice, without surprise. “But what is your name on Earth?” “It is pain.” “That, too, I must have known.” ~A Voyage to Arcturus There…
Captian's Log Lovecraft Scandal 3 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 I was listening to some Lovecraft on my way into work one morning, an audio recording of "In the Vault" read by Jonathan Keeble. Now, I've always seen this as…
Captian's Log Dreams in the Storm 2 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 There stands in the storm's gale, a wiry man, like a scarecrow, or the shadow of a scarecrow. I know him. A string around his chin ties that wide brimmed…
Captian's Log Immortal Fall 1 Mar 202621 Feb 2026 I have been falling for so very long now that I can sometimes forget, push it out of my mind, and pretend. In another thousand years, will I be human…
Captian's Log Sinister 28 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 The hiss of a viper, the smile of a friend,a firm handshake at the day's slow end.The desert is wide and grows cold quickbut like jackrabbit, I've got my own…
Captian's Log Drawing My Sword 27 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 Drawing my sword, I lowered my weight, readying myself to spring. He glowered at me, his hand moving toward his hilt. The fingers, just brushing the ruby of his pommel,…
Captian's Log The Last Zombie III 26 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 Little details cling to the moment for me, the whoop-whoop of my sling as I began to spin it faster and faster, the erratic twitchings of the shambler as it…
Captian's Log The Last Zombie II 25 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 It was past noon, but still bright. All kinds of insects were flying about the low sunbeams, and the stems of various flowers would bend under the weight of a…
Captian's Log The Last Zombie I 24 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 He was not long dead, I think; bloated, though, and pale. The clothes were fairly well kept, so I don't think he had been out wandering long. A shambler, I…
Captian's Log It’s Called, I Do a Little Rambling 23 Feb 202617 Feb 2026 It seems to me there is an opposite version of the euphemism treadmill. Before I was born, my father worked with special needs adults, except, back then, the term special…
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