Captian's Log Poem: Murders Down a Mountain 19 May 2021 Five men on a mountain, four men in a stream, three men on the road, and two not what they seem. One man is left, but he'll not tell his…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Caiaphas 11 May 2021 The lunatics are driving me to distraction. There is one in particular. He has been the bane of my existence since coming to the hospital. I find him worse than…
Captian's Log Short Story: Reunion with a Vampire 2 May 2021 "Your beauty is still as deadly as the day I first saw you," I say. I watch her face. The eyes narrow a moment. I smile back at her. "Do…
Captian's Log Short: Drunken Musings in the Dark 15 Apr 2021 A frenzy of insects buzzed around the exposed bulb. Sitting on my porch, drowsy by liquor, I watched the mass of mindless bugs circle and circle as the hours moved…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 13 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 The shots ring out, and in a semi-comic scene, he falls behind the counter, his legs flailing in the air a moment. I grin, chuckling a little. Throwing the gun…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 12 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 There is a radio droning on beside him, the volume low. Reports of traffic, clear, summer days, an end to the war, all white noise. All these ebb and flow,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 11 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 He looks at me from across the counter, his eyes drooping. A bushy mustache hides his lips, and his cheeks and chin are dark with stubble. A thin, white cigarette…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice 10 Mar 20219 Mar 2021 A man carries things in life. Some things a man's forced to carry, for no man is his own master. Some things we want to carry. Mostly, it's a mixture.…
Captian's Log Short Story: Who Cares? 5 Mar 2021 "Whatever dreams or machinations exist in your warped little imagination, I want you to keep ever on the cusp of your consciousness, the fact that . . . " I…
Captian's Log Drabble: Black Covenant 20 Feb 2021 He made a covenant, with what I do not know, and he would keep his terrible oath: He would spill blood every day of his life. There may be something…
