Captian's Log Happy Halloween 2025 31 Oct 202529 Oct 2025 Well we've had our fun, but soon the night is done. Kept awake by witches' cacklesStartled by the werewolves' howlStalked by stumbling zombie shadowsHarried by hell's haunting screamA vampire now…
Captian's Log With Fire 30 Oct 202528 Oct 2025 She shivered, stepping away from the dance. Goosebumps covered her otherwise naked flesh. It had not been what she thought. She felt so—what was the word?—empty. "You sold your soul,"…
Captian's Log A Point on Witches 29 Oct 202528 Oct 2025 "Witches never truly die." "What?" "It's something they teach us, you know? Vampires need to sleep on their home turf, injured werewolves carry their wounds back into their mortal forms,…
Captian's Log New Professor 28 Oct 2025 "Of course," went on the lecturer, "the point is the soul. One soul or another, it makes little difference, which was the great error of last year's lecturer, Professor Faust,…
Captian's Log Dreams of Mr. Goodman Brown 27 Oct 2025 Upon their brooms, across the moon,the figures darting out of sight.A practice run. Time's growing soonto fly away one hallowed Night. Their pointy hats, their dear black cats, their cursed,…
Captian's Log Into the Pot 26 Oct 202525 Oct 2025 At her cauldron, swiftly stirring,cackling while oft referringto each item on the pageor quickly glancing at the cagewhere the tears have long been wept;no hope, only sad doom expectthose infants…
Captian's Log Trail of Roses | Death 25 Oct 202524 Oct 2025 The love nest was dark but smelled of passion. Her perfume filled his nose as he stepped through the door. "Honey," he said, kicking off his shoes. There was no…
Captian's Log Trail of Roses | Love 24 Oct 2025 Unlocking the door, she undid the latch. Sighing, the young woman grabbed her shopping bags and shouldered her way in. It was a little dance she did coming home alone,…
Captian's Log Canvas White 23 Oct 202522 Oct 2025 The hammer falls, and the stake enters the soft flesh. Blood is flying from the wound. Again, the hammer, the stake drives deeper still, and the blood rushes out. I…
Captian's Log Canvas White 22 Oct 2025 Would I not cling to life as desperately? Does every crime he commit drag him deeper into Hell and every sunset spring him from a darker pit? Can I condemn…
Tale Told 