Captian's Log Rough Draft: I am Undead 25 Aug 2020 I couldn't tell you when the change took place. It wasn't the transformation of a night but the slow work of days and nights, days following nights and nights following…
Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting to be Heard 15 Aug 2020 The silent tread of a ghost cannot be heard, only felt, and his wordless moans are only understood in a dream. Some spirits must roam for a thousand years before…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Bedlam 17 Jul 2020 The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Undead Hill 20 May 2020 Up on that hill and under the moonthe ancient stones are holding back time.I know within the castle’s a crypt,and therein lies the restless undead.They wait for night, but in…
Captian's Log Plutonian Shore 18 May 2020 (A few characters I've been playing around with inside my head. Please enjoy.) It was the blood which woke him. In his dreams, the pouring, dripping noise of the sheep’s…
Captian's Log Drabble: He Waits 8 May 2020 The lord of the desert hides in a shadowed tomb, his burnt skin like shrinking, tearing leather resting over his bones. His face, set sardonically in an invariable grin, with…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Lust of the Mummy 5 May 20205 May 2020 Please Enjoy: Lust of the Mummy So, I recently watched the old Boris Karloff movie The Mummy. It was a little dated, but a lot of fun as well. I…
Captian's Log Perspective 17 Apr 2020 Disclaimer: I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I keep making egregious typing errors. I think I ironed them all out here, but nobody is perfect. The skeleton…
Captian's Log Caught 16 Apr 2020 The rain beat against the curved roof of the bus stop, beading up on the glass panels and rolling down onto the wet pavement below. He was burning; his head…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Vampire’s Revenge 16 Mar 2020 A man sat outside begging, his unwashed stench sometimes wafting in with the summer breeze through the open window. He sat holding a little tin cup in one hand, stretching…
