Captian's Log The Point is Moot 17 May 2021 "Vampires sleep like the dead," I observed in a whisper. "They are dead," my friend corrected without modulating his voice. "Shh," I said, putting my finger to my mouth. We…
Captian's Log Short Story: Reunion with a Vampire 2 May 2021 "Your beauty is still as deadly as the day I first saw you," I say. I watch her face. The eyes narrow a moment. I smile back at her. "Do…
Captian's Log Poem: Halloween, My Love 16 Apr 2021 Please Read: Halloween, My Love I know it's not halloween, not even close, but it's my blog, so nany-nany-na-nah! I hear a murder laughing in the trees and smell the…
Captian's Log Musings in the Grave 1 Apr 2021 From a young age, vampires intrigued me. It seems somewhat fitting then that like them I should lie here awake in a coffin, though, unlike them, I doubt I shall…
Captian's Log Poem: Evil Dreamers 22 Mar 2021 Who dreams of deadly praise,he enters in my mazeof twisting corridors and branching pathsall leading to a blaze. Who dreams of what may come,he comes under my thumb,and takes communion…
Captian's Log Short Story: Seeking the Dawn 19 Jan 2021 There's a darkness in my soul, something in harmony with the storm. As heaven pelts me with rain, I rejoice. It feels clean, this resonance, this release. My hot breath…
Captian's Log Vampire’s Kiss 8 Aug 2020 The deadly thorn of her words was reserved for those who thought to pick such a flower; she was a wild rose, and no mortal hand could pluck her. Her…
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 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…
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