Fiction: The Flowerbed Incident
Another offering, another gentle breeze. Another prayer, another spell. Life had just become a tiring mesh of colours and textures, with day
Another offering, another gentle breeze. Another prayer, another spell. Life had just become a tiring mesh of colours and textures, with day
Perhaps all we are in this life are nightmares. Nightmares cloaked in white fluffy clouds or coated in sweet, sticky honey.
Black, Orange and Grey. You have to watch that flag rise every single morning while standing with one arm raised uncomfortably above your he
Cancer was such a big word to erupt from such small mouths, but on the concrete playground, oversized volcanoes were exploding every other m