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 The Old Men 30 Jan 202427 Jan 2024 One of the favorite grotesques of this forgotten people seems to have been the face of an old man. There are few variations beside something in the expression. Each one…
Captian's Log The Gargoyle 14 Nov 2023 Within a hidden nook above our heads, a vigil's kept, my chiseled guardian. Below his stony gaze, our world now spreads; his silent welcome leads and pulls me in. I…
Captian's Log The Meeting 3 Jul 20222 Jul 2022 The hinges creaked as he pushed the unlatched door open. They all turned toward him, their red eyes sparkling. Chance swallowed, studying each of their faces. The first was a…
Captian's Log Sepulcher 26 Jun 202225 Jun 2022 The musty air was mixed with the faintest tint of death, like the subtle fumes of a grave, odors which nature knows but man cannot smell. Nature knows, but doesn't…
Captian's Log Trapdoor 19 Jun 202218 Jun 2022 The hollow echo of their steps rebounded into Chance's ears with thrilling, subtle evolutions; what monsters stalk this empty church? What terrors lurk in this dark cathedral? Just two men,…
Captian's Log Prelude 12 Jun 202211 Jun 2022 The old stones of the city stood silently, as they had throughout long ages past, while the rain fell. An old church, empty—its vomiting gargoyles and sneering grotesques giving faces…
Captian's Log The Church 20 Mar 202219 Mar 2022 And I awoke from that dream, as the church bells rang, and stretched in that cold pew. And I saw that the church walls rose up around me as walls…
Captian's Log The Church 19 Mar 2022 Yet I had to follow; softly, aiming always toward the sound. Ever present, the grinning gargoyles watched, vomiting out frothing streams which seemed to fall, some downward and some upward,…
Captian's Log Come Back 17 Feb 2022 "Some say the gargoyles cry over you. I can't blame them. Every day is colder since you . . . and every morning seems a little darker than the last.…
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