Captian's Log Drabble: The Slow Consumption of Mr. Duke 17 Oct 2021 "The Frog King ate Mr. Duke," I said. "So, that happened." "Mr. Duke?" "Yeah, the delegate from the Triple Green. His tongue just shot out and then Mr. Duke was…
Captian's Log Three Shorts 12 Oct 2021 Morgue: The morgue was quiet in the day, and the locks on the caskets were unnecessary. Once dawn broke through the window, the morgue was perfectly safe. But I could…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Machine of Our Dreams 8 Oct 2021 "You don't understand," I said. "I didn't design this!" He gazed at me fixedly, trying to master himself in spite of the drink. Setting his beer down, he said slowly,…
Captian's Log Short: Imhotep Enthroned 5 Oct 2021 The ancient bandages had, throughout the long decades, fused to his flesh. His face had melted into his death shroud so that the pattern of the wrap seemed to be…
Captian's Log Everything! 2 Oct 2021 Sometimes, I like to work outside. I'll take a lawn chair and a little card table and set it under the cherry tree, and then I'll do whatever it is…
Captian's Log Drabble: Heel! 30 Sep 2021 "Time can never heel." "Don't say that." "Well, it can't." "Yes, it can. Tell me what's wrong." "I just said. Time can't heel." "I know, but what is it. What…
Captian's Log Dialogue: The Unobserved Bullet 29 Sep 2021 "Nothing exists outside of perception, which is not to say that all perception is true. The false and the true both exist as perceptions, are both real—" "What about a…
Captian's Log Drabble: Decoy 27 Sep 2021 He lay in the snow, his breath rising in little, white puffs. The soft rumble of the approaching engine grew, and he rested the barrel of his rifle against a…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Nightmare Comes 25 Sep 2021 The night seemed to last forever. My sheets clung to me, damp with my sweat. The clock's slow, steady tick-tock, tick-tock droned on through the night as I lay helpless…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 24 Sep 202119 Sep 2021 "He hated me because he would never inherit. Never could inherit. After paying the death taxes, I . . . I just . . . I could feel John hating…
