Captian's Log Strange Magic | Happy Halloween 31 Oct 202410 Oct 2024 The strange and terrible magic of an old sheet thrown over your head, to cut out eyeholes in a threadbare cloth stolen from your bed, to visit your neighbors as…
Captian's Log The Sleeper Slept 26 Oct 202424 Oct 2024 The specter shifted its translucent head to gaze wistfully out the library's veranda window as the music invaded its silent study. The sounds of the party below touched something in…
Captian's Log Echoes in the Bones 19 Oct 2024 There is a beauty to the dead, that quiet countenance,that soft, relaxed, untroubled face, which worms will feast on hence.There is a beauty to be dead, to rest within a…
Captian's Log Final Prayer 15 Oct 2024 O happy ghosts adancing by my headand spectered merrymakers all around,almost I forget I'm deadwith smiling faces all around. The skeletons play music wellas you all drag me down to…
Captian's Log Lost in a Maze 8 Oct 2024 I can't afford to dream again;to see the visions just once morewould tantalize me into sinand let the demon in my core. I have not slept in thirty years;my restless…
Captian's Log Ghost City 22 Jul 202420 Jul 2024 Silent, it moved through the heavens, a massive city, dark and lifeless, its hundred towers a blocky shadow passing over the stars. Once the hub, the very nexus, of the…
Captian's Log A Toast to Monster Friends 8 Jun 20244 Jun 2024 We gather round the table now,a Sabbath day's review,and if my guests will here allow,I'd like to start with you. The vampire, close to my heart,the week started off right,for…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Wrong Door 7 Jun 20244 Jun 2024 Please Read:The Wrong Door https://taletold.wordpress.com/short-stories/the-wrong-door/
Captian's Log Silent by the Sea 8 May 2024 A figure passing through the hallwho moon-like glowing goesher cloud-like tresses never fall,nor touch the earth her toes.A poor and murdered wretch, I think, or suicide, I fear, a spirit…
Captian's Log Somewhere Between 14 Mar 202411 Mar 2024 They sallied from the depths of Hell, too worn and weary to see themselves in the frightened eyes of those who beheld their rotting forms. How cold it all felt,…
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