Captian's Log Justice & Mercy: A Prayer 20 Nov 202416 Nov 2024 The morning came, and all the city learned, the good, the bad, and the ugly, what their shadowy legend, their Dark Defender, had done in the night. The good could…
Captian's Log Justice & Mercy: Lifted Up 19 Nov 202416 Nov 2024 He hugged the little girl a little tighter and prayed to the God he hated and cursed, begging that distant tyrant to show some mercy, not for himself, not to…
Captian's Log Justice & Mercy: A Pause 18 Nov 202416 Nov 2024 He might have stayed a long time, maybe forever, or maybe until the carcasses had rotted away, or until the bones had moldered and fallen into dust; more probably, until…
Captian's Log Justic & Mercy: Undone 17 Nov 202416 Nov 2024 He would not let her see the bloody things that were left, protecting her even from himself, from what he was, from seeing what he had done, so he told…
Captian's Log Sparks 15 Nov 20249 Nov 2024 The king passed me in the night as the fuller's hammer kept a steady beat, like a heart or the ticking of a clock. He's out there now, making ready…
Captian's Log Sparks 14 Nov 20249 Nov 2024 You say the king is dead, but I say he walked by me in the night. Not in regalia but the softer hues of a faded smock. There, of that…
Captian's Log Sparks 13 Nov 20249 Nov 2024 The hammer fell, a steady rain of blows, making a music in the night, and by the fuller’s station I did rest, contemplating heaven's stars. The stable’s smell had wafted…
Captian's Log Please Read: Brother 9 Oct 2024 Please Read: BrotherI'm pleased to announce that my short story, Brother, is now live on the Futurist Letters. I'd really appreciate it if you'd go read it and share it…
Captian's Log Deep Holes 4 Oct 2024 The milieu of one's upbringing can at times…well, I guess that's just…what I'm trying to say is…I suppose it is murder. I just never thought of it that way. A…
Captian's Log Please Read: Winter Thorns 14 Sep 2024 Withered vines in winter's hold, shadows under snow; no roses now, just thorns and memories of the luscious red blooms—but no, not memory, not mere memory, nor wilted petals either.…