Captian's Log Tick-Toc 7 May 2019 In a cold room there stands a clock. It was once a ballroom with great pillars upholding a high ceiling. Its windows stretched from the ground up into the very…
Captian's Log Short Story: And I Am Alone 4 May 2019 Please Read: And I Am Alone excerpt: A shuffling form down the road caught my interest. Shining my light, I saw the grey flesh of a dead man excreting its glistening…
Captian's Log The Broken Heart 1 May 2019 I hold the velvet handkerchief; its crumpled form is barely felt against my hardened skin. Memories soon replay themselves, and I crush the white memento in the coils of my…
Captian's Log The Grave and the War 30 Apr 2019 The warring factions parted as the pallbearers lifted the coffin from the hearse. It was a child’s coffin, but nearly empty. He didn’t have much of a body left: Something…
Captian's Log Empty Night 28 Apr 2019 Atop the old, red brick schoolhouse, in the still summer evening, I find my eyes wandering past the darkening hills: What lies beyond those green mountains? Taking a cold can…
Captian's Log Forest of Dreams 27 Apr 2019 Here are my I-am-still-sick ramblings. Enjoy. The young man rejoined the eclectic band of mercenaries, his thin frame still swaying slightly like the surrounding patrons he’d emerged from. Smiling, he…
Captian's Log Behind the Door 12 Apr 2019 The segmented, grated walkway shifts beneath my feet as I progress down the deserted tubular hall. The dim lights above provide the minimum luminance to see. It’s cold here. My…
Captian's Log The Chthonic Realm 11 Apr 2019 In the chthonic realm, the blood of all the world gathers, a great coursing river of red, raging in war and sorrow, flowing into the impenetrable darkness where all that…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Backup-Man 8 Apr 20198 Apr 2019 (I'm sorry. I am running out of time for proofreading. This is just a little stupid idea I had. Basically, Dr. M will start doingsuper villain things at Backup-Man's prompting, and…
Captian's Log Short Story: The House 7 Apr 2019 Please read: The House Excerpt: The halls are dark and dusty, the only light, pale, shining through the once magnificent mauve curtains, now shredded shrouds like cobwebs hanging over the wall…
