Small are its leaves, round, bright green. Beige is my colour, rotund, golden wheat and cream. Thin, fragile, the twigs run down the plant. My…
The Crescent Moon 🌙 chapter 29
Antisocial behaviour is a trait of intelligence in a world full of conformists. Nikola Tesla We were doing a wrong thing to wrong people. We…
The Crescent Moon 🌙 chapter 29
We found out more about the place where Shrum was staying. The cigarette parlour was always overcrowded. The smoke and the air around the house…
The Crescent Moon 🌙 chapter 28
There was a little solace that evening amidst the tears she was shedding for the cats. Her mother felt guilt to the core, “I have…