Camouflage
My love; he was a camouflage, so perfectly concealed inside with prickling thorns that struck outside blended along with the flowery aroma of daydreams, a...
Ride Free
The rumbling and thrusting sound of his superbike trembled across to his friend’s home, who was busy in slumber. He came and woke his friend...
Horrified
Everyone was tired to the limit, exhausted actually. No one could bear to keep their eyes open. Their hands on their chin were the sole...