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Category Archives: Ship’s Log

I woke up in space and have no idea how I got here. Follow along as madness ensues. Episodic sci-fi with a strong paranormal undercurrent.

#6 Lost in Someplace Familiar

Is it time to wake up yet? She just stared at me for a moment. Why does she seem so familiar? Where could I have seen her before? And why is she so pale? “We had been scanning the wreckage for days with no signs of life when all the sudden the alarms started going […]

#5 Weirdest Second Chance Ever

A glowing tunnel of spinning stars

“You are getting your color back which is good to see,” she said while shining that damn flashlight in my eyes again. “Do you have to do that? My head really hurts.” “What if I like doing it?” “Well then, I suppose that would be OK, wouldn’t want to suck the fun out of it […]

#4 What Now?

A glowing tunnel of spinning stars

I must have blacked out again because everyone is gone. The clean bill of health is lost in proofreading. It’s just me and the blinky lights. There is something about this room. A pulsing resonance you can feel. Is that what they meant by sync? Maybe they are tuning me like a radio. That would […]

#3 The Dreamer Awakens

A glowing tunnel of spinning stars

It’s a good thing they gave me something to bite down on because that last one was a doozy. I’ve got great news. They still use defibrillators in the future.  I suppose that’s one way to wake up. Flashlight to the eyes. Thanks for that. Can I get up now? I’ve really got to piss. Hey […]

#2 Fugue State?

A glowing tunnel of spinning stars

I woke up in the Med-Bay again.  If I’ve gone crazy this must be the Deluxe Travel Package.  They said I blacked out again.  Again?  I don’t remember the last time.  And who are these people?   “Calm down” and “It’s going to be OK” they keep telling me.  But somehow the part about how I […]

#1 Candidate 22

A glowing tunnel of spinning stars

I have been asleep for 205 years.  At least that’s what they told me.  “You are on a spaceship,” they said.  I’m not sure I believe them.  The last thing I remember was laying in that hospital bed hoping a racquetball of cancer wasn’t going to murder me.  It was 2017.  Try explaining you’re not […]