Captian's Log Drabble: Robot’s Eulogy 17 Jan 202016 Jan 2020 Robots have no tears. We were not made with such superfluity. We were made to function. Robots have no blood. We have circuits, timers, and gears. We are steel, not…
Captian's Log Tall Tale: Faceless 16 Jan 2020 I close my eyes and see the world destroyed by means once strange and yet by means well known, for from above the world would look the same and carry…
Captian's Log Short: Hunter 14 Jan 2020 “I never wanted this,” I hear my own voice, like a dying gasp, escape me. Tears were welling in my eyes. “I’m not—” the words wouldn’t come. Chocking back a…
Captian's Log The Masked Devil 13 Jan 202013 Jan 2020 The dissonant chords broke through the haze of my clouded thoughts, interrupting my troubled revelries. The figurine of Satan twirled as the music box ground out its pre-written tune. The…
Captian's Log Drabble: Burn It Down 12 Jan 2020 He sat there coolly, cigarette smoke rising in lazy arcs around his head, as they rattled the door. Muttering to himself more than anything, he advised the devils to quit.…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs Short Story: The Island 9 Jan 20209 Jan 2020 There is an island I know of. It’s not a place sailors are likely to put on a map. It can’t be got to that way. I don’t know where…
Captian's Log Drabble: Sunrise 8 Jan 2020 The sun was rising. Golden rays shot forth their light upon the long forgotten world. For eons night had smothered the land, for eons she had been breeding, infesting the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dying Flames 6 Jan 2020 He stokes the fire. The embers reveal their red glow as they turn over, and then grow black. The smoke rises in twisting plumes as the fire dies. The world…
Captian's Log Dialogue: Check Up 2 Jan 2020 Doctor: Patient 71, identified as . . . John Doe. Died as of . . . unknown. Is there anything you’d like to declare? 71: We will rise. Doctor: Yes,…
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