Captian's Log On the Verdict of the Chauvin Trial | Can We Have Faith in Our Institutions? 20 Apr 2021 The Chauvin Trial, and the verdict today, trouble me. On the face of it, whether or not the jury was honest in its decision seems moot. It seems that if…
Captian's Log Werewolf | The Transformation 13 Apr 2021 The sacrificial flames licked the cool night air with blasphemous tongues. The charred body ceased writhing a few moments after the victim's screams ended. At first, he begged for his…
Captian's Log Short: That Which Hungers Below 22 Dec 2020 There are things below the town the forms of which we cannot tell, nor dare we hint at fearsome moans nor dreadful eyes. Within the dark tunnels beneath our feet…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Silent Sea 19 Dec 2020 The Silent Sea, so still, lies restless in my heart; that waveless depth, that darkened mirror, still stirs within my thoughts. The silent denizens about that quiet place have too…
Captian's Log Short: Larry 14 Sep 2020 Feeling sick tonight. Here is a short entry. "I heard a noise." The man's panicked voice whispers harshly. Moaning, I ask, "What?" "I heard something." "I didn't hear anything." "Well,"…
Captian's Log Drabble: Deadly Eye 30 Aug 2020 The deadly glare of the idol I thought was a metaphor, some superstition meant to symbolize the power of the tribe's deity; I was wrong. I can feel that demon's…
Captian's Log The Final Words of the Rt Hon. Milton Freemore 16 Aug 202017 Aug 2020 The Right Honorable Milton Freemore was found dead this evening. There is no word yet on the cause of death, but . . . I dare not say. I saw…
Captian's Log Directory: Port de Vour 2 Aug 2020 The Port de Vour is an unpleasant piece of sinking earth, maintaining regular trade with the nearby city, and by regular, one means timely, but irregular relations otherwise, and by…
Captian's Log Short: The Scream 23 Jul 2020 I heard a scream in the night, a terrible sound, but it touched me in a way I didn't expect. You see, the sound, that distant scream, I liked it.…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Silent Darkness 13 Jul 2020 The darkness of the house cannot be seen. It is felt. It's in every creaking floorboard or protruding, rusted nail. It's there in the mold covered cupboards, their shelves empty…
