Captian's Log The Moon Smiles 19 Mar 202613 Mar 2026 I smiled at the madman. What else can you do, backed into a corner by a raving, unwashed transient sharing his confidence with you, letting you in on the truth…
Captian's Log The Immured III 16 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 The smiling old man quietly stepped back, step by slow step, as his sacrifice prepared the way. Saved from the noose, that unspoken threat of a whisper in the ears…
Captian's Log The Immured II 15 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 Voices. Indiscernible. Muted. The eternal darkness, the infinite silence, interrupted. She held her breath, standing stock still in her moldering tomb. Then, oh great God in heaven! Yes, the tapping.…
Captian's Log The Immured I 14 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 "Brick by brick," he muttered, tracing the crumbling lines of the mortar with an ancient finger. "What?" I asked. "Don't you find this wall a little odd?" he deferred. I…
Captian's Log Blood Letting III 9 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 I run my hand over the wooden surface, and feel a prick. Ecstasy. The blood begins to seep out of me. Troublesome heat, passion, the black splinter in my finger…
Captian's Log Blood Letting II 8 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 When they found it, I am told, where they found it, I should say—they found it over a pool of blood. They thought at the time, but we learned, that…
Captian's Log Blood Letting I 7 Mar 2026 The sarcophagus, as it was termed, was of a black, very polished material. There was a grain one could feel running his hand over its contours, but the perfect nothingness…
Captian's Log “We Know Just What You Dreamed” 6 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 "What was the dream?" "It wasn't a dream," I said. "Wasn't just a dream?" he suggested. "Look," I cut in. "I know dreams. That, what I saw, it was real."…
Captian's Log Dreams in the Storm 2 Mar 202628 Feb 2026 There stands in the storm's gale, a wiry man, like a scarecrow, or the shadow of a scarecrow. I know him. A string around his chin ties that wide brimmed…
Captian's Log The Last Zombie III 26 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 Little details cling to the moment for me, the whoop-whoop of my sling as I began to spin it faster and faster, the erratic twitchings of the shambler as it…
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