Look at the Sun, Sinking Like a Ship

Fists Of The People were right into the let-the-crowd-crest part of their set in the Unitarian basement while Carl and Edgar were entering the final third of their game. Edgar's King was on the run.
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Short short stories inspired by or based on photos found on flickr with a creative commons license. This is a work in progress, the eventual goal being world domin -- I mean -- !

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