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 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…
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 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…
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