The first chapter of Neph M's melancholic short story.

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