Captian's Log Short Vampire Story: Meeting My Sidekick 26 Mar 2019 The vampires were older here, and when he staked their helpless corpses they moldered into dust, even to the bone. In the beams of sunlight, their dust curled. Coffin after…
Captian's Log Unknown Lament 27 Dec 2018 They lay the body down, and leave the dead to rest. Above a garden grows; below nothing but bones. The old man’s face soon wears away into a skull within…
Captian's Log Meter: A Little Hope 30 Aug 2018 (A small part in a story I now and again remember. The moment is written in meter.) A speck of dust within the air floats harmlessly around, and though many…
Captian's Log Short Story: Let Us Go Into the Light 9 Jun 2018 Let Us Go Into the Light Excerpt: What was my promise? It’s fair you should ask. I said she’d taken me from my living death when she smiled at me,…
Captian's Log Accounts 3 Jun 2018 (A hastily drawn rough draft of an idea. Please enjoy.) Val always rose at the crack of night, and when at a little after 11:00 his roommates crawled like dead…
By an Idiot By an Idiot | Episode 1: Mr. Clown 25 May 20181 Jun 2018 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvwQcxdELAM&feature=youtu.be Video URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvwQcxdELAM&feature=youtu.be Continue reading "By an Idiot | Episode 1: Mr. Clown"
Captian's Log Denn Die Todten Reiten Schnell 16 May 2018 Part One: The Catacombs . . . Some hour later they leave me, my cold body forsaken in the darkness. The darkness transforms: Where vague shadows once outlined the shelves of…
Captian's Log Enraptured 8 May 2018 So, how did I, despite my parents’ tireless work to correct their deviant child, become so fixated on the darker side of fantasy? Much of my blog bears evidence their…
Captian's Log The Catacombs 16 Apr 2018 Deep within the forsaken tombs: The world is cold. The tendrils of the ever-present fog creep around my feet as the starved fire slowly wanes to ash and ember. The…
Captian's Log Breach of Contract 8 Apr 2018 They wheeled the legend in. The old man was motionless say for his head swiveling: the movement, caused by the dying momentum of his entrance, slowed to naught. I can…
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