Captian's Log Soliloquy: Heartless Stone 8 Nov 2020 There stands the heartless stone atilt behind a weedy veil. The statue's artful form, eroded by some hundred years, still holds the shape of man. The countenance is wholly lost;…
Captian's Log Anon 22 Jun 2020 He sat with the dead, his back to the open coffin. The collar of his suit was undone, escaping the bounds of ordered symmetry. One lapel came up like a…
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