Captian's Log Short: Imhotep Enthroned 5 Oct 2021 The ancient bandages had, throughout the long decades, fused to his flesh. His face had melted into his death shroud so that the pattern of the wrap seemed to be…
Captian's Log Short Story: In the Darkness 9 Sep 2021 The patient was quiet. He had stopped straining against the straitjacket and now sat slumped over in the corner, his wild, uncombed hair covering his face. You could just see…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Prophecy of the Virpig 5 Aug 2021 Please Read: Prophecy of the Virpig O ancient craft which binds the disparate flesh, O fetid skill, in horror you enmesh. Your boney, withered hands took up the thread and…
Captian's Log Getting Close | An Inflection Point 15 Jul 2021 I'm getting close. So, I post here a lot, every day in fact. I started about four years ago when I just wanted to escape my life, and have continued…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Vivisector’s Regret 13 Jul 2021 Please Read: Vivisector's Regret Abandoned to this prison made of glass, upon this shelf where notes and dust amass, forgotten by the madman who made me— a bauble kept which…
Captian's Log Drabble: Ominous Rex 19 Jun 2021 Who is the king of the monsters? What is the chief of these terrors? The night is filled with their dreadful shadows; their shifting outlines no man can explain. We…
Captian's Log Making Monsters 4 Mar 2021 A nation that routinely murders its children I doubt will live long. I like to write horror; nothing sordid. Not exactly suspense thrillers, I'm more trying to capture a mood,…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Ghoul Caught 26 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 Below, the dad, his son, and his boy's son,all three among the dead—one with a gun—and all was dark, and filled with baby's cries,and rage, and fear, and blindness of…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoulish Epilogue 25 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 What dread and foul a thing it is to die,forever in the bitter dust to lie,what sad and lonely place to be interred,in silence lost, to speak no further word,for…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Crypt 24 Feb 2021 Over the mossened stones came weeping calls;from out that rotting church of crumbling wallsthe baby's voice, with loudest shrieking wails—O how this sickened heart within me fails—broke through the silence…
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