Captian's Log Death’s Serenade 27 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 The portrait rests unfinished on the easel, and while the painter dreams, death plays his song. The chords, arranged to lull, the tune, decrease will, enchant the portraitist to sleep…
Captian's Log Dust, Ashes, and Ghosts 25 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 "The house burned down seven years ago," he said slowly. His eyes searched my face. "The children, well, they used to keep the rooms locked because the children kept sneaking…
Captian's Log To Carcosa 20 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 Where goes the man, so weak and frail, Whose back is bent, whose beard is long? Where go the old? Where does he sail? Does he yet speak or sing…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 17 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 He started wheeling his way back toward me, taking little steps to inch the chair into the light. His face, still stern, was welcome in the wake of that grey…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 16 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 "I'm not saying it doesn't exist," he remonstrated. "It's just not a spaceship; not a chariot either. It didn't come from another planet. It didn't travel at all in the…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 15 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 He had rolled out of the solitary light produced by the only lit desk lamp and had become a grey outline. After my escape from the inhuman things, themselves called…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 14 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 Exasperated, the old don sat down hard in an empty swivel chair, sending himself sliding away while his face kept up its perfect, wrinkled composure under that wild head of…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 13 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 "It's not a spaceship in the way we've been taught to think about it. It's not something made. It's not technology, really. No, not even biology. It's…it's almost, I want…
Captian's Log 90° From Reality 11 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 What monsters lurk in the worlds beyond our perception, what red devils can compare to the things that I have not seen—no, I have not seen them, not the whole,…
Captian's Log Complications 10 Jun 20233 Jun 2023 There can be complications with turning yourself into a moose, the loss of opposable thumbs and ability to speak among them. The antlers were a plus; but you can't type…
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