Captian's Log A Sound, a Fright, a Ghost 8 Jun 20257 Jun 2025 We walk together, at times, but still, I walk alone, a shadow in the night. We passed a lifeless stone made like life, like a dead man who rots within…
Captian's Log Focus 4 Jun 2025 I stepped softly over the mossy stones while the ever-wailing winds rushed through the ruined arches of this fallen monastery. As my jacket flapped in the gale, I couldn't help…
Captian's Log Beyond My Grasp 3 Jun 2025 Wonder not. I think no hand of man may touch the vision in this glade. Though you may reach, you'll never reach. Always just beyond your grasp, the elusive, ruby…
Captian's Log I Ramble About My Dreams 30 May 202530 May 2025 I have dreamed this night of many things:A clock there was in viewa spoiled child looking through;for him I felt strange pangsfor through his eyes I saw the worldand longed…
Captian's Log What Comes 24 May 2025 I come home to my dead body. It's been rotting for some time now. The smell is too much. My eyes water. My nose is on fire. Shutting the door,…
Captian's Log What to Make Of a Man 23 May 2025 What makes a man so twisted inside? Right is wrong, wrong is right, and because innocence is innocent, that is, because he sees things truly, he wants to pervert it.…
Captian's Log Questions 19 May 2025 "Did you forget something?" "We have searched through many tomes and whispered myths to find you." "I'm gratified, but it seems rather silly for those who know to depend on…
Captian's Log Alle-vamp-gory 16 May 20259 May 2025 I'm just the writer. I'm like a mirror. I show the reflections of what's real. I can't decide the ending any more than I can stop the sun. I only…
Captian's Log Alle-vamp-gory 15 May 20259 May 2025 Maybe we're trapped in the stories we're telling. I can't tell it any way I want. I can't write it in a way that makes vampires good—they stop being vampires—but…
Captian's Log Alle-vamp-gory 14 May 20259 May 2025 It's vampires all the way down, and the man's dreams, he always wanted to own a club with his name on it, became a nightmare. The reality, the soul, was…
