Diaries Of The Seawalls

"Everyday there was, every now and then. I'll sit at the top of the sea walls, let the winds crash over my chalk board body. It was a rebellious idea to scream at the top of my lungs, pretending I'm to be a mariner waving goodbye to the townsmen of these lowlife country side."



A short story about the world. In different lenses of different times. Twisted and wretched with havoc.



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