Captian's Log Shadow of a Dead Tree 7 Oct 2024 There, at the window, a soulless face presses, pale, bloated, and hungry. My hand itches, wanting to reach for my gun, but I know that won't do. The noise, the…
Captian's Log Candle & Skull 6 Oct 20245 Oct 2024 The spirits swirled around the counter as I pushed the bag of coins toward the keeper. "For the skull and black candle," I said with a sneer. "And a match…
Captian's Log A Long, Slow Decay 5 Oct 2024 "As a nation, we are at war with reality, and unfortunately, reality is winning," laughed my friend, lifting his glass. "To reality!" He drank, and deeply. Then, with a gasping…
Captian's Log Deep Holes 4 Oct 2024 The milieu of one's upbringing can at times…well, I guess that's just…what I'm trying to say is…I suppose it is murder. I just never thought of it that way. A…
Captian's Log The Howling Call 2 Oct 2024 The moonlight streams through our ship's wreck, her shadow stretching over the sands as I ignore my bandaged ankle and run for all I'm worth. The beach gives under my…
Captian's Log Spooky Season—Let’s GO! 1 Oct 2024 Well, it's October 1st and we're shifting straight into high gear spooky mode as two of my short stories are now set for publication in the Futurist Letters. I am…
Captian's Log The Placid Island of the Fourth Estate 28 Sep 2024 The thing was crawling down the street, its slimy trail, glistening on the cobblestones, shone brightly under the lamplight. It was one of the first to crawl out of the…
Captian's Log Education’s Cost 25 Sep 2024 It's raining tonight. A soft sound, gentle, at my window. But the dreams are far, far away. Instead, there are the drums, mixing with the rain, drums perpetual still beating…
Captian's Log Lovesick and Alone 23 Sep 2024 He softly strummed the alien chords, filling the night with an eerie sound that was almost disharmony. I could not deny, though, that even here there was music, and so…
Captian's Log Escape 22 Sep 202421 Sep 2024 The scanty dancers seemed unconcerned with the looming clouds. There was music in the desert, and the heat had fled, though they were still sweating. Sweet and tender was evening…
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