Captian's Log Dance with the Dead 14 Oct 2025 Let them come, I thought, and sighing, continued sharpening the edge of my sword. My eyes fell upon my work once again and the repetitive movement of the steel sliding…
Captian's Log Big Joe’s Zombie Emporium 13 Oct 2025 "This one's a snapper!" Big Joe hollered. Indeed, the specimen presented, with his pale, ungainly skin, was chattering away. He'd gnawed through his lips, and the white teeth snapped and…
Captian's Log Sitting on a Log, I Fear Fire Under Saturn 12 Oct 202511 Oct 2025 There is a tree that fell on one of them. I don't know what the odds are. It's pinned there, reaching, grasping, snarling in the dirt. I pity that withered…
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Captian's Log The Peace 12 Jun 2025 The zombie lifted up his putrid head and met my eyes. There was almost a smile there on the rotting lips. Then it held out its hand to me. I'd…
Captian's Log Interruptions 2 May 20251 May 2025 As I sit in my old yard this morning, watching the tips of the evergreens grow bright in the rising sun while all around the morning songs of various birds…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part VI 30 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 This one didn't have the fog to hide in anymore, and I had something a bit better than a tire iron this time. Quickly undoing the flap on my pack,…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part V 29 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As I crested a small rise in the road, I stood and inhaled a deep, long breath of that sharp, fresh air, letting my eyes survey the landscape's gradual unveiling.…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part IV 28 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 As the dew dispersed into the ethereal, the fog fading away into the unseen, the beauty of the countryside bore in upon me like an infection, and, inescapably, the weak…
Captian's Log Shillelagh | Part III 27 Mar 202521 Mar 2025 Shifting the backpack's straps a little, searching for some relief, I grunted. I had taken only the essentials, but the weight still dug into my shoulders. The cold and dewy…
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