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…
Captian's Log Funeral for the Sun 21 Sep 2024 Sunset and rain, a silent walk, my reflection in the wet street. Cold, but I'm warm. The air is cold, but clean. The light is fading, and the streetlamps o'er…
Captian's Log Like the Dead 20 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 The shot rang out, a dreadful noise, and frozen all, as though to poise, we stopped in noman's foggy field not knowing what fate next would yield.The echoes into silence…
Captian's Log Stage Lights 19 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 "When we sleep, are we the ones who dream, or are dreams the things happening to us? Do dreamers dream, or do dreams? Are we the subjects of the sentence…
Captian's Log The Wedding Present 18 Sep 202414 Sep 2024 The burns are faded now, just light-red marks upon my skin. My convalescence will, thankfully, be short. I hear you are married now. How amusing is fate. I know you'd…
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