Captian's Log The Undead 14 May 202213 May 2022 A man can see, if he's willing, if he guesses the truth. A man might lie down amid a forest of headstones; A living man might lie beside his beloved,…
Captian's Log The Undead 13 May 2022 Drunk on blood, bloated by death, he stagers to his crypt. Panting amid the breathless skeletons, he finds his shelf waiting for him. The shadows of the mausoleum enfold this…
Captian's Log Days of Darkness 30 Apr 202228 Apr 2022 Maybe they'll read my letter and send someone to find me. Maybe the ashes will come back with the note: Return to sender. I have no idea. The home I…
Captian's Log Days of Darkness 29 Apr 202228 Apr 2022 The wind turns and turns and comes again on its circuit. So too, the message will return. The white ashes will fly over the whole world, but they must return,…
Captian's Log Days of Darkness 28 Apr 2022 The forest has taken over the town. I've watched it through the long decades climbing over the houses and fences, conquering roofs and uplifting sidewalks. Soon, no sign of life,…
Captian's Log Days of Darkness 27 Apr 2022 When the fire finally died in the light of the early morning, a great wind blew in from the east, and there was a silence left in its wake. All…
Captian's Log Champion of the Undead 25 Apr 2022 There are things outside in the daylight, things that drive people like me down into the darkness. There are things worse than vampires and ghouls, things far worse than an…
Captian's Log Champion of the Undead 24 Apr 202223 Apr 2022 There is, of course, a simple solution, one the other vampires would never endorse. Open the Gates of Night. Right now, the few cracks between the overworld and ours are…
Captian's Log Champion of the Undead 23 Apr 2022 When I first met them all, of course, I was alive. I was alive and terrified. I was running for my life. Wasn't quite fast enough. The other night, I…
Captian's Log A Dream 9 Apr 20224 Apr 2022 Darkness settled over him as he fell at the policeman's feet, the world dissolving like snow. Something was against his throat—the tightening fingers of the policeman. He would not struggle.…
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