Captian's Log Reprieve 10 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 "Men have been killed for less," I said, cocking the gun. "And unjustly killed, I might add. Many a gallows has snapped an innocent neck, and even a guilty neck,…
Captian's Log A Quiet Escape 8 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 Walking by the river in the fog, the heavy sand gives slowly under my foot, holding the impression of my soles clearly, like a cast. I glance over my shoulder…
Captian's Log Dreams or Memories 7 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 I don't know where I was. Maybe it's just a dream. It felt industrial. Big, empty places, like it could have been a warehouse. There was a boiler. I remember…
Captian's Log The Toy Maker 6 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 The hunched figure shuddered, and a long, thin arm readjusted the rather worn hat resting on its head. The appendage retreated back to the workbench, and the beetle-like creature sighed.…
Captian's Log Horror in the Cave 5 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 The soft plunk-plunk woke me. The dribble had woven itself in and out of my dreams like a metronome. Before I could open my eyes, waves of nausea assaulted my…
Captian's Log Disturbed Rest 1 Jul 202324 Jun 2023 "I keep waking up at night," I proclaim to my distracted roommates. "It's that—" I hold off the ready expletive, "—music." I glance around the small, busy kitchen, wondering if…
Captian's Log Limits of my Art 30 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 I sometimes wish I was a painter or sculptor, that I had learned how to make pictures, because sometimes I see images in my head so clearly, so viscerally, images…
Captian's Log Dust, Ashes, and Ghosts 25 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 "The house burned down seven years ago," he said slowly. His eyes searched my face. "The children, well, they used to keep the rooms locked because the children kept sneaking…
Captian's Log After the Deed 23 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 The sink is red with blood. I can hear myself panting. More soap. The water's running; not enough. I can see specks of blood everywhere. Scrubbing. More soap. Pink bubbles.…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 17 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 He started wheeling his way back toward me, taking little steps to inch the chair into the light. His face, still stern, was welcome in the wake of that grey…
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