Captian's Log Grinning Reliefs 23 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 How false I find the grinning reliefs lining the molding of this stoney passage. Fat, smiling, toothless, each jocund countenance is only a mask; the truth is in the eyes,…
Captian's Log Pilgrims Passing in the Mist 22 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 The weary pilgrims' parade of faded and tattered banners, their worn habiliments of time weathered hues scalloped by the road's grasping thorns, nears the end of its ageless journey. The…
Captian's Log The Nosferatu Nemesis 17 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 The vampire stirred as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the hills. The pale face twisted a moment, and the body shuddered. Finally, the eyes shot open,…
Captian's Log Bound in Silk 16 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 My life is being drained away… With the realization of what was happening, I made a feeble attempt to struggle, but with a tender caress, my flailing arm was brought…
Captian's Log Phosphorescent Ooze 15 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 Lost in the winding passages of the ancient crypt, the ax falls into the rotting flesh of the snarling ghoul. The chthonic scene, illuminated by the alien lights of the…
Captian's Log In the Windows 14 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 The little shelter held off the rain admirably enough, though the roof's soft pitter-patter filled my heart with an unendurable expectancy like the continual tunning of instruments by an unseen…
Captian's Log Ghosts in the Night 13 Mar 20258 Mar 2025 How sleep deserts me in my need. How I long to fall into the abyss of dreams and forgetfulness. Tomorrow, tomorrow I shall die, or tonight, or was it yesterday?…
Captian's Log Lost in the Hedgerows 12 Mar 202513 Mar 2025 I see them in my dreams. Every night, it's the same. I'm running through some sort of maze, old forgotten hedgerows and dying bramble on lifted beds of brickwork. They…
Captian's Log A New Morn 9 Mar 20257 Mar 2025 Here is the ending phantom, fading away as a new day begins. It was a pleasant dream to dream, comforting in its way, but now it ends. A shadow is…
Captian's Log The Mystery of Glass 8 Mar 20251 Mar 2025 Tired and worn out by inescapable dreams, wandering down streets without names through a city without light, and drawn, ever drawn, to take that next, unintelligible step forward. It is…
