By an Idiot Vampire Convention | Mr. Clown’s Coffin Collection 16 Nov 202515 Nov 2025 "Welcome to Mr. Clown's Coffin Collection. Collectable coffins for the current count. Why stay in that drab old pine box you were buried in? I don't think any of you…
Captian's Log Vampire Convention | A Taste 15 Nov 2025 The room was packed to standing by the time I got there. It wasn't every millennia one of the three coffins opened. I had been a fairly young vampire the…
Captian's Log Vampire Convention | Old Friends 14 Nov 2025 As my eyes scanned the faces in the crowd, I was unsure whether I wanted to find the one I was looking for. "Marqui!" a familiar voice called. I turned.…
Captian's Log Happy Halloween 2025 31 Oct 202529 Oct 2025 Well we've had our fun, but soon the night is done. Kept awake by witches' cacklesStartled by the werewolves' howlStalked by stumbling zombie shadowsHarried by hell's haunting screamA vampire now…
Captian's Log Trail of Roses | Death 25 Oct 202524 Oct 2025 The love nest was dark but smelled of passion. Her perfume filled his nose as he stepped through the door. "Honey," he said, kicking off his shoes. There was no…
Captian's Log Trail of Roses | Love 24 Oct 2025 Unlocking the door, she undid the latch. Sighing, the young woman grabbed her shopping bags and shouldered her way in. It was a little dance she did coming home alone,…
Captian's Log Canvas White 23 Oct 202522 Oct 2025 The hammer falls, and the stake enters the soft flesh. Blood is flying from the wound. Again, the hammer, the stake drives deeper still, and the blood rushes out. I…
Captian's Log Canvas White 22 Oct 2025 Would I not cling to life as desperately? Does every crime he commit drag him deeper into Hell and every sunset spring him from a darker pit? Can I condemn…
Captian's Log Canvas White 21 Oct 2025 The vampire lay sleeping in his deathly trance, his quiet face empty of all expression, a fertile canvas for the imagination to infuse any meaning whatsoever. What one saw there…
Captian's Log Flutterpire 20 Oct 2025 No vampire entered my room, Nor succubus stole in that night;No, the name of my doom—no name that I know of is right. A beautiful form, elegant and fair, alighting…
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