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…
Captian's Log Canvas White 21 Oct 2025 The vampire lay sleeping in his deathly trance, his quiet face empty of all expression, a fertile canvas for the imagination to infuse any meaning whatsoever. What one saw there…
Captian's Log Flutterpire 20 Oct 2025 No vampire entered my room, Nor succubus stole in that night;No, the name of my doom—no name that I know of is right. A beautiful form, elegant and fair, alighting…
Captian's Log About My Upcoming Novella: Post Mortem on Post-Mortem 19 Oct 202518 Oct 2025 So, I decided to write about vampires this week. One of my big projects, I hope to publish it sometime next year, is a vampire novella, Post-Mortem, and I thought…
Captian's Log Out of Breath 18 Oct 202514 Oct 2025 Perhaps, the banner was a bit too much, I wonder as she screams and runs away. "Congratulations," it reads in bright red letters, "You're Dead!" I often forget how hard…
Captian's Log Once a Zombie, Always a Zombie 17 Oct 202514 Oct 2025 Barely, I can feel his teeth digging into my forearm. He's chosen life, then, a slow, painful wakefulness. As my blood and flesh pass through his system, the antibodies will…
Captian's Log …Always a Zombie 16 Oct 202514 Oct 2025 "This one's fresh enough," I groan to the others. "Van's full," one of them barks back. "What do I do with him?" I ask. "Let him go," someone says. "Break…
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