Captian's Log The Gates Had Been Thrown Open | Part II 28 Aug 202526 Aug 2025 She sniffed the air and sneered. "You smell like Hell," she said. I spun the chair around and faced her across her desk. "I've been through it. Many times. Thinking…
Captian's Log The Gates Had Been Thrown Open | Part I 27 Aug 202525 Aug 2025 The dead are coming now. I cannot stop them. Save the world, if you can, but know that, in the end, death is what matters. Run all you like, one…
Captian's Log Tim-Tim 14 Aug 2025 "I'm being side-eyed by the little monster you fished out of the Mariana-uncanny-trench. I don't care if it's intelligent. It's creepy." "Don't talk to little Tim-Tim like that, please. He's…
Captian's Log Worthless Threats 27 Jun 2025 Obtain my pardon, shift the blame,and throw your friends into the flame.On the morrow, I will return;a second chance for you to burn.Or would you rather die today?Makes little difference…
Captian's Log The Right Story 24 Jun 2025 "And where are you going now?" she asked, watching the dim figure crossing the bridge. No answer was forthcoming, which was no surprise. The distance between the two was great,…
Captian's Log A King or Laws 18 Jun 202516 Jun 2025 There is a sort of tragic aspect to the "No Kings" protests. One might laugh. Where I'm at, at least, things seem fairly tame. A few elderly citizens and college…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs The Keeper 17 Jun 202516 Jun 2025 "I suppose the danger is past," I sighed. "You probably want to know what happened . . . hum?" "Yeah," he said, his eyes half closed. "I mean, that was weird." "Long ago," I…
Captian's Log Got Him 6 Jun 2025 The spiney fin rises over the murky surface of the pool for an instant before the monster dives back into its swamp. Click. "Did you get it?" "I think so,"…
Captian's Log Something I’m Working On | The Spheres 1 Jun 202531 May 2025 "Very well," I said to my friend. "I suppose I owe you that much, but…" I looked furtively around at the shadowed glade. "I want to bring you," I continued…
Captian's Log After All 27 May 202527 May 2025 The angel weeps in the rain. What dreams the carved stone? Is there sight in those eyes? May those wings spread and soar? Silent, the rain runs down the smooth…
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