Captian's Log Holiday Blues 8 Nov 2021 The world was beautiful after the rain, but though the afternoon sun shone brightly, there was a taste of winter in the air. I wonder if the dead could feel…
Captian's Log How Conversations With Me Usually Go | From the Perspective of my Long-Suffering Friends 7 Nov 2021 "There's a story they tell about a dog. Barks at a fellow or something. Something happens. The point is . . . " My friend's voice trailed off. "Your point?"…
Captian's Log Everything! 2 Oct 2021 Sometimes, I like to work outside. I'll take a lawn chair and a little card table and set it under the cherry tree, and then I'll do whatever it is…
Captian's Log Drabble: Heel! 30 Sep 2021 "Time can never heel." "Don't say that." "Well, it can't." "Yes, it can. Tell me what's wrong." "I just said. Time can't heel." "I know, but what is it. What…
Captian's Log Dialogue: The Unobserved Bullet 29 Sep 2021 "Nothing exists outside of perception, which is not to say that all perception is true. The false and the true both exist as perceptions, are both real—" "What about a…
Captian's Log Now You’ve Confused Me 10 Sep 2021 Driving my friend and neighbor (whose car is in the shop) V----- through downtown G------. Graffiti, graffitied dildos everywhere. We're stopped at a stoplight. I hear V----- say, "Aw, someone…
Captian's Log Short: Knock, Knock 15 Aug 2021 I knocked my knuckles against the coffin lid. "You up?" I whispered down to the corpse. There was a feeble tapping from within. "Wrong answer!" I said, throwing the coffin…
Captian's Log Drabble: Guests 13 Aug 2021 A strange pall fell over me as I considered his words. Out the window, a melodramatic flash of lightning streaked across the dark blue sky, and I waited for the…
Captian's Log Voices 11 Aug 2021 "Who are we?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, like, we're the ominous voices that say things at the beginnings of books and movies and stuff, right?" "Yeah." "Well, I…
Captian's Log Tricks and Treats 6 Aug 20216 Aug 2021 "Trick or treat!" the children yell as I open the door. Smiling under my mask, I lower the bowl to their greedy hands. A ghost, a witch, a vampire, classics.…
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