Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Evil Reflections 16 Jun 2019 Okay, so the typeface is unreadable like this. Fine! I'll type it out like a modern man living in 2019. (With a few odd corrections here and there, the…
Captian's Log The Court of the Spider Queen 13 Jun 2019 The queen wears a mask of white, her face covered in pale porcelain. She paints it not, unlike her noble court-goers, her rich slaves. They all wear masks, but her…
Captian's Log What Comes Out of the Mirror 12 Jun 2019 The lake was like glass, so still it was, and the little, forgotten pier of rotting wood was half collapsed into the water. Some reeds by the bank were alive…
Captian's Log Short Story: Inflection 11 Jun 2019 I am a normal man with one extraordinary feature. It is nothing intrinsic to myself, but an accident of circumstance, very long ago now, made me privy to a world…
Captian's Log Above and Below 10 Jun 201910 Jun 2019 As is the case with strange things, a history is hard to provide. This letter is unsigned, unaddressed, and missing preceding pages. I know not the whole story, I only…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Burned Ghost 6 Jun 2019 How silently the time slips by and when the hour’s past how came I to this midnight end? my soul burnt up in ash? A blackened thing unlike myself, and…
Captian's Log Can You See Me? 5 Jun 2019 “Can you see me?” he whispered. She continued with her chores silently, gliding like a dancer through the house. He followed her, broken, sometimes whispering, sometimes shouting, begging to be…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Joining Soul to Soul) 2 Jun 2019 Read: The Werewolf Epic (Well, this is a rather long time coming) The Addition: The werewolf oozed not blood from the deep wound, but some sick slime accompanied coiled entrails which…
Captian's Log Short Story: Three Empty Shells 1 Jun 2019 Please Read: Three Empty Shells Started this story yesterday: The old man sat cross-legged on his couch, three rising plums of incense mixing their smoke in the air. The white threads…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Father 31 May 2019 The den of thieves grew silent as the pair walked in. Their clean, simple robes, cut perfectly, contrasted with the unwashed peasants about them whose clothes were stained, patched, and…
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