Captian's Log A Clue 11 Mar 202210 Mar 2022 I had been sick. Sick enough to lose a month of my life. I barely woke up for two weeks, and the week after I was still a zombie. My…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 13 Dec 202110 Dec 2021 They were all likewise covered, as I had covered them the previous day, but now they were arranged along the perimeter of my house, their arms resting neatly at their…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 12 Dec 202110 Dec 2021 All through that grim night there was this ceaseless drumming of dead hands against dead wood, of knuckles rapping against every door. They said nothing; they did not try to…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 11 Dec 202110 Dec 2021 The fog had grown thick again, and his bloodless features nearly melted into the curling white mist. I had just about passed out of the room, and but for a…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Dead Man’s House 10 Dec 2021 Night fell, and my house grew quiet and dim. It had been built a little too near the Witch's Bower for most folk, and as such, my nearest neighbors were…
Captian's Log Poem: 13 23 Oct 2021 Three and ten And all dead men. Four and nine, This isn't fine. Five and eight, You've come too late. Seven here It's time to fear. With a six Thrown…
Captian's Log Three Shorts 12 Oct 2021 Morgue: The morgue was quiet in the day, and the locks on the caskets were unnecessary. Once dawn broke through the window, the morgue was perfectly safe. But I could…
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 Directory: The Black Gate of Taltoth 4 Aug 2021 The Black Gate of Taltoth stands like a mountain of rough obsidian, its jagged sides rising up like demonic spires. Its center, however, is perfectly polished, a sort of massive…
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…
