Captian's Log Short: The End of a Long Night 1 Nov 2021 "Let me see the sunrise," I said. "What?" he asked. "It's been a long night." We went up the stairs together, the sound of our footsteps filling our ears. When…
Captian's Log Happy Halloween | Ghosted 31 Oct 202130 Oct 2021 So, I won the ghost story competition I mentioned in my post, Preparing for Halloween. Go read it here: The doorbell rang with an insistent temerity. A glance at my…
Captian's Log Drabble: Only Deeper In 30 Oct 2021 No one ever goes to Hell. The invective is rather misleading. People wake up to Hell. Little by little, they construct their own torture chambers. Like some peckish foul fattening…
Captian's Log Short: I Don’t Believe in Rats 29 Oct 2021 I could hear them scurrying in the darkness, their little claws scratching, their yellowed teeth tearing. Their squeaks and squeals echoed through the cavernous passages. This was their home; I…
Captian's Log Short: The Dark Thing on the Beach 27 Oct 2021 The lighthouse stood, not perfectly straight, on the very extreme of the craggy bluff. It leaned as men are known to lean when they want to catch sight of something…
Captian's Log Short: Unfinished 26 Oct 2021 The unfinished thing lay in the corner, a heap of disjointed parts. An android, of sorts. I never knew what it was for, but it was human, in a sense.…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Miner’s Tale 24 Oct 2021 Deep in the earth, wrapped in chthonic shadow, they writhe, pulling against their adamantium chains. No one knows who bound them, what they are, but we hear them. When we're…
Captian's Log The Empty City 21 Oct 2021 The fevered rain fell like waves over the city and her bare streets, fell splashing and crashing over her deserted roads. Her gutters gurgled and spat, her sewers overflowed, and…
Captian's Log Short: Our Last Night 19 Oct 2021 The fading light stretched through the wall of windows, painting the apartment orange. He sat in his chair, facing the sunset, his rifle resting upon his lap. "The world's last…
Captian's Log Drabble: Kept Safe 18 Oct 2021 What's left to me of my mind, I keep in a matchbox. Sometimes, I like to shake it, hear it rattle around. Mostly, I don't think about it. I don't…
