Captian's Log Chapel Alert 23 Jan 2020 Some days I don’t want to write. Today I do have something I want to write about, but first, some Random Thoughts: I keep a stuffed monkey on my desk.…
Captian's Log Poem: Call of the Damned 22 Jan 2020 I heard a sound in the moonlit night, the cry of the damned calling through the night. I rose to find this uncommon shriek, to learn what had caused this…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Transcend 21 Jan 202021 Jan 2020 “Life had long ago escaped the planet, long ago abandoned that fertile womb of innocence.” I laughed inwardly as the production continued its eulogy for the long dead planet. The…
Captian's Log Short Story: We Were Human 20 Jan 2020 “They were human once, were things of blood and bone and flesh, would cry or laugh, they were once men like unto all men, would have died like all men…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Last Night 19 Jan 2020 They knew it was the last night, we all knew. Bits of snow, stubborn holdouts of a fading winter, here and there gathered on a sidewalk or street corner. To…
Captian's Log Drabble: The City 18 Jan 2020 Weird things lurk in the soggy pits of caves, and odd shadows loom behind forgotten cellar doors. On the other hand, the things in the daylight aren’t perfectly kosher either,…
Captian's Log Drabble: Robot’s Eulogy 17 Jan 202016 Jan 2020 Robots have no tears. We were not made with such superfluity. We were made to function. Robots have no blood. We have circuits, timers, and gears. We are steel, not…
Captian's Log Tall Tale: Faceless 16 Jan 2020 I close my eyes and see the world destroyed by means once strange and yet by means well known, for from above the world would look the same and carry…
Captian's Log Poem: Again 15 Jan 2020 The melting, blue snow of a dying day, the aborted winter’s passing away the cascading rain falling down on me and the dark of night’s a swelling black sea All…
Captian's Log Short: Hunter 14 Jan 2020 “I never wanted this,” I hear my own voice, like a dying gasp, escape me. Tears were welling in my eyes. “I’m not—” the words wouldn’t come. Chocking back a…
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