Captian's Log The Quick and the Dead 31 Jul 2022 Cold are the dead there, buried in ice. Hear them howl through the night! Their voices whip and wind through that glacial gorge, crying out, begging for warmth, but no…
Captian's Log The Count 30 Jul 2022 The desperate hold of the Count crushed my arm. That such a grip would remain in one so wrecked by time is remarkable in hindsight. His boney fingers wrapped around…
Captian's Log Castle Stoker 29 Jul 2022 To our friends at Castle Stoker, I have found it somewhat useful to let the zombies prowl about my lands. In their way, they're harmless enough, and they provide an…
Captian's Log Man-Slayer 28 Jul 2022 On soft and padded tiger's feet,under moon, beside the creek,old man-slayer is known to creep.where the brook gives bubbling speech. Who's never known a cobbled street,born upon the mountain's peak,lives…
Captian's Log A Scream 27 Jul 2022 The spiral stair led up into the darkened room which had grown oh so very silent after that scream. I stared into those shadows above, wondering. Pricks and tingles ran…
Captian's Log Burned 26 Jul 2022 Behind his closed eyes, the fire still raged. He burned as though, even now, the flames were dancing upon his skin. His charcoal, undying corpse lay wrapped in white bandages…
Captian's Log Rant: Dystopia and Noise 25 Jul 2022 Noise. I don't like it, but you can't escape it. It's always playing anywhere you go. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, mostly it's mediocre, but it's almost always background.…
Captian's Log Halloween Memory 24 Jul 2022 The paper mask hangs there on the wall, a memory. I cannot take it down. It rests between the stars, beside the waxing moon. I sometimes think of her. I…
Captian's Log Philip 23 Jul 202221 Jul 2022 The skeleton lifted his cursed sword as he slowly stepped toward his opponent, his unmoving opponent. Blood from Philip's wound fell onto the polished, mirrorlike blade of his father's weapon.…
Captian's Log Philip 22 Jul 202221 Jul 2022 "I said I would," he groaned. "I've come to claim what was lost." "You can barely stand." "I invoke," gasped Philip, "the right to combat." "You have no sword." "You…
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