Captian's Log Short Post: The Unthinkable 21 Jun 2019 The blossoming night spread through the sky as each precious star peaked through heaven’s dark veil. I would see the man tonight. He lived in a cave in the desert;…
Captian's Log A Nightmare 19 Jun 2019 I had a spectacular nightmare which filled me with such fear I was senseless as I started awake. No form of invented media can match the horror of a true…
Captian's Log The Court of the Spider Queen 13 Jun 2019 The queen wears a mask of white, her face covered in pale porcelain. She paints it not, unlike her noble court-goers, her rich slaves. They all wear masks, but her…
Captian's Log What Comes Out of the Mirror 12 Jun 2019 The lake was like glass, so still it was, and the little, forgotten pier of rotting wood was half collapsed into the water. Some reeds by the bank were alive…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Joining Soul to Soul) 2 Jun 2019 Read: The Werewolf Epic (Well, this is a rather long time coming) The Addition: The werewolf oozed not blood from the deep wound, but some sick slime accompanied coiled entrails which…
Captian's Log Short Story: Three Empty Shells 1 Jun 2019 Please Read: Three Empty Shells Started this story yesterday: The old man sat cross-legged on his couch, three rising plums of incense mixing their smoke in the air. The white threads…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Father 31 May 2019 The den of thieves grew silent as the pair walked in. Their clean, simple robes, cut perfectly, contrasted with the unwashed peasants about them whose clothes were stained, patched, and…
Captian's Log Journey’s End 30 May 2019 The open road stretched on into the setting sun. Yawning, his eyes squinting nearly shut, the driver turned his headlights on with a twist. Rolling the window down an inch,…
Captian's Log The Fog 20 May 2019 The fog settled slowly, rolling over the hills in misty currents. It clung low to the ground, filling the streets with its soft whiteness. The fog came in gradually, until,…
Captian's Log The Grave and the War 30 Apr 2019 The warring factions parted as the pallbearers lifted the coffin from the hearse. It was a child’s coffin, but nearly empty. He didn’t have much of a body left: Something…
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