Captian's Log As the Grave 3 Dec 202529 Nov 2025 I have learned to speak but fear, in this moment, the real skill is in silence. I am not given to silence, as a rule. At this crisis, I feel…
Captian's Log Pilgrim to the Grave 1 Dec 202529 Nov 2025 A premise for a book I'll probably never get around to writing: "I want you to reconsider. Don't you think you owe me something?" I tried to keep the disgust…
Captian's Log I Sought the Sun 30 Nov 202527 Nov 2025 I sought the sun, the light, the life, but space is cold and dark. Advance upon advance, and never forward, never nearer; always, somewhere between the vision and the act,…
Captian's Log An Inkling 25 Nov 202525 Nov 2025 A year without you finishes today. What a dreadful year. What a blessed year. Things aren't simple. I have had many great and wonderful things happen to me, and terrible…
Captian's Log Intelligence 22 Nov 2025 "Just a word of warning," I said. "What?" "They're a bugger to kill." He raised his eyebrow in a disbelieving gesture. "Listen, kid, even when that thing was dying, it…
Captian's Log Not Unlike Death 21 Nov 2025 How beautiful, perfect, exquisite, was the coming death. He had never seen a ship glide so smoothly out of hyperspace. Here was craftsmanship beyond his ken. Vaguely, he guessed the…
Captian's Log Teetering 20 Nov 2025 One of the propellers was slow, making a high pitched whining noise. "Hailing the captain," I spoke into the tube. "What is it?" "I suppose you know this, but I…
By an Idiot Vampire Convention | Closure 18 Nov 2025 Dusting the top of the bed with some dirt, I lie down in the hotel, haunted by a sense of incompleteness. I had been one of the last to leave,…
Captian's Log Vampire Convention | Book Sale 17 Nov 2025 "You certainly have a beautiful catalogue. How could you ever part with any of these?" "Part? This is a library. We're all so concerned with hoarding our ancient volumes, we…
By an Idiot Vampire Convention | Mr. Clown’s Coffin Collection 16 Nov 202515 Nov 2025 "Welcome to Mr. Clown's Coffin Collection. Collectable coffins for the current count. Why stay in that drab old pine box you were buried in? I don't think any of you…