Captian's Log Short Poem: Bedlam 17 Jul 2020 The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…
Captian's Log Short Story: Drainpipe 15 Jul 2020 An old drainpipe, clothed in patches of green lichen, drips continually beside me. The house it's connected to is old, worn down. It rained last night, and it was cold.…
Captian's Log Man 27 Mar 2020 I left in the night. It may have been cowardice. Would a braver man have announced his intention? Maybe, but I doubt he would have left. I left, and I…
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.…
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,…
Captian's Log Poem: Paradise 17 Nov 2019 Sallow faces stare at me with swollen, puss filled eyes. The dead now wander through the streets of Paradise. Hungry for a living soul, they search the streets. Unbound of…
Captian's Log Poem: ‘Til I’m Dying 10 Nov 201910 Nov 2019 Another man lies dying, his body growing colder; his heart is beating slowly, and no one hears it going. He’s not old, he’s not young, just a man, just a…
Captian's Log Short Story: Foreshadow of Death 9 Aug 2019 Held softly by the gentle currents of air, the blimp descended upon the city, flying over Mainstreet toward the needle-like spire. Its shadow swept over the slow traffic, and heads…
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 Seeds 25 Nov 201825 Nov 2018 Last time in Visions Softly Creeping: It didn’t respond with words or language, or pictures or thoughts; she just suddenly understood, a revelation like a neon sign splitting the night. She…
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