Captian's Log Memento Mori 16 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Yet, of the pagan gods, some voices said that they were demons dragging souls to Hell. Not all immortalities are equal; an indefatigable fire for the infamous, an endless suffering…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 15 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 My eyes met the skull's eyeless sockets, the shadowed holes reminding me—almost, I could hear a voice putting it into words—that I too would die, might lie as he, my…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 14 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Too well known for anyone to bother making a copy, too tired a point to need repeating, and so it was forgotten. A paradox, but such is life, a walk…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 13 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Yet, if history was silent on its origin, it did whisper, a long, hoarse whisper through the centuries, carried on under the cries of war and famine and death, the…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 12 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 The daylight touched upon the corpse. It was little more than a skeleton covered in dust and cobwebs. The man had died at his desk, his head his own monkish…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 17 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 He started wheeling his way back toward me, taking little steps to inch the chair into the light. His face, still stern, was welcome in the wake of that grey…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 16 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 "I'm not saying it doesn't exist," he remonstrated. "It's just not a spaceship; not a chariot either. It didn't come from another planet. It didn't travel at all in the…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 15 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 He had rolled out of the solitary light produced by the only lit desk lamp and had become a grey outline. After my escape from the inhuman things, themselves called…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 14 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 Exasperated, the old don sat down hard in an empty swivel chair, sending himself sliding away while his face kept up its perfect, wrinkled composure under that wild head of…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 13 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 "It's not a spaceship in the way we've been taught to think about it. It's not something made. It's not technology, really. No, not even biology. It's…it's almost, I want…
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