Captian's Log Short: Unfinished 26 Oct 2021 The unfinished thing lay in the corner, a heap of disjointed parts. An android, of sorts. I never knew what it was for, but it was human, in a sense.…
Captian's Log The Empty City 21 Oct 2021 The fevered rain fell like waves over the city and her bare streets, fell splashing and crashing over her deserted roads. Her gutters gurgled and spat, her sewers overflowed, and…
Captian's Log Short: Our Last Night 19 Oct 2021 The fading light stretched through the wall of windows, painting the apartment orange. He sat in his chair, facing the sunset, his rifle resting upon his lap. "The world's last…
Captian's Log Poem: From Year to Year 16 Oct 2021 There is a quiet place I knowthat's never touched by winter's snow.There is a land uncharted yeto'er which the sun will never set. Its fields are green, its valley wide,its…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Machine of Our Dreams 8 Oct 2021 "You don't understand," I said. "I didn't design this!" He gazed at me fixedly, trying to master himself in spite of the drink. Setting his beer down, he said slowly,…
Captian's Log Short: Imhotep Enthroned 5 Oct 2021 The ancient bandages had, throughout the long decades, fused to his flesh. His face had melted into his death shroud so that the pattern of the wrap seemed to be…
Captian's Log Poem: Snow and Ash 3 Oct 2021 Soft the flakes descend upon the waiting earth. How gently fall they to the ground. Why are my dreams so filled with snow? Why spy I winter from my bed?…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Lost Upon the Moor 18 Sep 2021 We sang a song that went unheard like wisps across the moor, and none recall the ghostly word. It's lost upon the moor. Now heaven falls to night's assault, and…
Captian's Log Short Story: In the Darkness 9 Sep 2021 The patient was quiet. He had stopped straining against the straitjacket and now sat slumped over in the corner, his wild, uncombed hair covering his face. You could just see…
Captian's Log Short Story: We’ll Get Home 8 Sep 2021 The Solid Matter Energy Converter rumbled. Peri didn't know what a Solid Matter whatsit was, but he didn't like it when it rumbled. It was rumbling. Rumblings always meant, inevitably…