Captian's Log Blood Letting I 7 Mar 2026 The sarcophagus, as it was termed, was of a black, very polished material. There was a grain one could feel running his hand over its contours, but the perfect nothingness…
Captian's Log “We Know Just What You Dreamed” 6 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 "What was the dream?" "It wasn't a dream," I said. "Wasn't just a dream?" he suggested. "Look," I cut in. "I know dreams. That, what I saw, it was real."…
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 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 He Marches On 22 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The wounded man leans against the red brick wall, his eyes wandering up the yellow beam of the streetlamp. The city has no sky; no stars or moon shine over…
Captian's Log The Jungle 20 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The tiger, bloody mouthed, drinks from the stream to cool his raging thirst. Already, flies are gathered there above the carcass, a buzzing cloud behind that tree. Soon, the smell…
Captian's Log The Drunkard 18 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The drunkard staggered, here to the right and there to the left, following the general direction of his star. Disheveled but in this moment merry, his laughter disrupts his neighbors'…
Captian's Log The Dreams are Ended 15 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 I thought, just for a moment, that there was love. My fault; I forgot: What you were, what I was, that we're masks. Midnight came, and we ended with the…
