Captian's Log Eventuality 16 Jan 202413 Jan 2024 The Zombie is indomitable. That, I can't help but admire. No tribulation, no deterrence, no loss is counted in its mindless pursuit of flesh. Take its legs, it will crawl;…
Captian's Log Reunion 7 Jan 20246 Jan 2024 The zombie waited with perfect patience. He had a sort of stoicism or weariness in his deformed face, a bloated impassivity borne, no doubt, from his years trapped in this…
Captian's Log Life Update: Short Stories 4 Nov 2023 Well, I've caught something of a cold over the weekend. Feel fairly miserable and disjointed. Can't hold my thoughts together. Trying to write is hard; my reserves of self-control are…
Captian's Log Taste 22 Oct 202321 Oct 2023 The zombie once confessed he didn't really care for the taste of brains. He said they weren't worth the trouble cracking open the skull. Raw, that is. Cooked, if cooked…
Captian's Log Re: Plague of the Zombies 9 Oct 2023 I watched a movie yesterday, an old horror flick called Plague of the Zombies. It had some good acting, and some bad, but if you like this sort of nonsense,…
Captian's Log Zombie Ship 28 Aug 202319 Aug 2023 I watched the zombie ship pass. The hull looked worse for wear. No hand steered her now, and I suspect she'd hit a few shoals on her voyage. How she…
Captian's Log Zombie Apocalypse Poem 29 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 What's in those faded eyes? Does any soul look out? Trapped in this human guise, does just a monster shout? Can anyone foretell or anyone foresee What hand shall strike…
Captian's Log Through the Desert 3 Jun 202330 May 2023 The zombie followed me through the desert, over the dunes and sands. Through the cold night when heaven glittered with uncountable stars and on and after me, relentless, through harsh…
By an Idiot Sleepless 2 Jun 202329 May 2023 The zombies are bothering me again, but I can't let them get under my skin—literally. I haven't slept in three days. They just keep banging on that door all night.…
Captian's Log Killing a Zombie 1 Jun 202327 May 2023 There's a zombie in the road, stepping out of the morning mists, and he staggers and stands still. The light is behind him, and there's something human, regal almost, in…
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