Captian's Log Pink Flowers 15 Jul 2022 What a sweet and gentle picture; flowers in a garden, pink against summer blue skies. And there, just a whisp of white, tendrils of clouds, not enough to be cloudy…
Captian's Log The Meeting 3 Jul 20222 Jul 2022 The hinges creaked as he pushed the unlatched door open. They all turned toward him, their red eyes sparkling. Chance swallowed, studying each of their faces. The first was a…
Captian's Log Sepulcher 26 Jun 202225 Jun 2022 The musty air was mixed with the faintest tint of death, like the subtle fumes of a grave, odors which nature knows but man cannot smell. Nature knows, but doesn't…
Captian's Log A Vampire’s Thoughts 23 Jun 2022 There are nights and there are dayswhere we fight and where we play—but it's lost within a haze.Everyman must go his way. Finding time to draw new breathspouting rhymes before…
Captian's Log Trapdoor 19 Jun 202218 Jun 2022 The hollow echo of their steps rebounded into Chance's ears with thrilling, subtle evolutions; what monsters stalk this empty church? What terrors lurk in this dark cathedral? Just two men,…
Captian's Log Prelude 12 Jun 202211 Jun 2022 The old stones of the city stood silently, as they had throughout long ages past, while the rain fell. An old church, empty—its vomiting gargoyles and sneering grotesques giving faces…
Captian's Log The Undead 19 May 202213 May 2022 What strange and terrible prodigy has come before this living man's eyes, the end to such a fiendish tale which he will never fully know. Yet one part more he…
Captian's Log The Undead 16 May 202213 May 2022 The living man disturbs the dust of death, sending it swirling into the sunbeam. He walks along the path of light which has fallen upon the floor of that long…
Captian's Log The Undead 15 May 202213 May 2022 Sorrow hounded, he disdains embarrassment. He sees the thick, iron door, rusted in place. It has not been opened in years, so where has that loathsome figure gone? He does…
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,…
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