Nephylim - Stories

A poem by Efan

He tried. No one listened. Then they wondered why he hadn't said anything.

My poor attempts at poetry on a subject that consumes me but is crazy even by my standards.

Christmas is a time for reflection and, sitting in front of the warm fire, watching the snow fall, I am reflecting on you.

A story of two very different models who are taking the world by storm in two very different ways

Tonight was the night. It was Raven's birthday and Leif was making sure that everything was perfect.

Daniel was preparing to give up his life when he was offered another choice. He has three days to decide whether he can find one thing in his life that makes it worth living.

They think that there is something wrong with Chris but there isn't. He's just in the wrong place; the wrong life. In fact, he isn't Chris at all

Chained, alone, in the dark. Hopeless, pain consumed and tired; so cold and tired

Zane is having problems. He's on the outside looking in when deep shit is going down. Fortunately his friend lets him in but it's a while before he realised that something is not right; because there are not footprints in the dust.