Captian's Log Drabble: Hiding in the Dark 20 Jan 2022 No one could dream anymore. We could not let them. He was in our dreams. At first we killed those who fell asleep, but we were losing too many people…
Captian's Log Short: The Room of a Quarter to Three 18 Jan 2022 The clock stands silently against the southern wall opposite the dusty fireplace, its unmoving hands now forever waiting at a quarter to three. No living hand comes again to wind…
Captian's Log Drabble: End of the Day 16 Jan 2022 Do you like it? I tried to find the best day. Don't try to talk. You're dying. I don't know what happens next. My job is here on earth. I…
Captian's Log Hush 14 Jan 2022 At the Library "Not everything in the library is catalogued," I whispered. "What?" he asked. "There are stories that are told only in whispers, books that are given no titles,…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Sidewalk Ends 13 Jan 2022 One day you gave up. I don't know why. You just stopped. You're like a dead fish carried in a stream; I see you moving, but there's no life there.…
Captian's Log Short: A Rose 12 Jan 2022 It was a normal post. Mostly normal. Letters, mostly invoices and cheques, and a rose; all arriving together. I wonder what correspondence our correspondence kept while waiting to be brought…
Captian's Log Short: The Turning of the Tide 11 Jan 2022 "It's rather relaxing," I said. He groaned groggily. I kicked his limp head, and he sputtered out profanities. "Wake up," I said. "What the hell!" he shouted. "It's peaceful," I…
Captian's Log Short: Twenty Years 9 Jan 2022 The tears of twenty years finally burst from his eyes. Everything. His whole life, his whole sorry, miserable life, came at him like a flood. He was not okay, and…
Captian's Log Short: The Stranger in the Storm 8 Jan 2022 The storm had come, and something else, a monster, unimaginable; a boneless, shifting thing had pulled itself from the seafloor. Had the storm dredged it up, or had the wind…
Captian's Log Short Story: Redeeming the Beggar 6 Jan 2022 The eyeless wretch was squatting there, begging in the streets, his supplicating bowl held over his bowed head. I stopped and let my shadow fall over him. "Do you know…
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