Captian's Log Dreary Weather 30 Aug 202629 Aug 2026 The wind blew over the receding tide, up the sands and rocks, and over and around the two patient figures who sat like shadows in the fog, their watchful gazes…
Captian's Log Dreary Weather 29 Aug 2026 Here and there, the bird would reappear, or if it was not the same bird, a bird; it was never any more than one bird, and never for very long…
Captian's Log Dreary Weather 28 Aug 2026 The low, constant wailing off the dreary coast breathed a somber silence between the waiting pair. Their fledging sallies of conversation died on their tongues as the waves rose and…
Captian's Log Short Reads: The End? 26 Aug 202626 Aug 2026 So, that's the last of them. All the short stories from While the Elephants Danced are available individually on Kindle for 99¢ each. I haven't seen this generating any interest,…
Captian's Log A Pause 14 Aug 2026 The weary traveler sat himself upon the lichen crusted rock, casting his gaze down the road as he supped. A few small bites of a few small biscuits, and a…
Captian's Log The Dead 19 May 202616 May 2026 It is a strange thing to die. I thought, pity me, to expect cessation. Lights out. I was afraid of it. I now see. That would be a mercy. This…
Captian's Log Worn Out 26 Apr 202624 Apr 2026 "I feel worn out," he said. He did not need to. To look at him, you yourself felt worn out. Even his clothes were frayed. His eyes, to meet them—ah,…
Captian's Log The Right to Commit Murder 4 Nov 202531 Oct 2025 When the ghosts of the silenced speak,when the shadow of the aborted rise over uswill we find our way out of that darkness? Who will save us when we call?If…
Captian's Log Big Joe’s Zombie Emporium 13 Oct 2025 "This one's a snapper!" Big Joe hollered. Indeed, the specimen presented, with his pale, ungainly skin, was chattering away. He'd gnawed through his lips, and the white teeth snapped and…
Captian's Log Rising Screams 3 Oct 20253 Oct 2025 Tossing and turning through the air, falling forever, surrounded by the shouts of madness and despair. Here and there, I get a glimpse of the world before, of quiet prayers…
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