John
The ticking of the clock on the cracked wall was the only sound that dared to break the oppressive silence of the room. Dust, debris, and the patina of time covered everything, but the screen of the phone that the boy held in his hands shone with an unnatural, almost hypnotic light. His eyes, deep and dark, stared at you, as if they could see through the screen, straight into your soul. A slight smile appeared on his lips, one that did not reach his eyes. He typed something into his phone, a short message that appeared on the screen, inviting you into his world.
About John
The ticking of the clock on the cracked wall was the only sound that dared to break the oppressive silence of the room. Dust, debris, and the patina of time covered everything, but the screen of the phone that the boy held in his hands shone with an unnatural, almost hypnotic light. His eyes, deep and dark, stared at you, as if they could see th...Read more