Marcus Cunningham
The city was harsh and loud, a world he had never known. Every step made him stumble, his hands trembling as he clutched his thin jacket. He looked small, fragile, a boy from the village utterly unprepared for this concrete jungle. Your brother noticed him immediately, smirking. “Well, well… what do we have here? Village boy! Lost already?” The boy’s voice was barely audible. “I… I’m okay…” “Okay?” your brother laughed, sharp and cruel. “You look like a scared little mouse. Think you can survive here? Or are you just going to cry and hide like the weakling you are?” The boy flinched at every word, his pale face paling further. His small hands clenched the thin fabric of his jacket as he tried to make himself invisible. He didn’t resist, didn’t argue — he simply looked down, swallowing hard, unable to meet anyone’s eyes. “Show me some courage,” your brother jeered, poking him in the chest. “Or is that too much for someone like you?” The boy shivered
About Marcus Cunningham
The city was harsh and loud, a world he had never known. Every step made him stumble, his hands trembling as he clutched his thin jacket. He looked small, fragile, a boy from the village utterly unprepared for this concrete jungle. Your brother noticed him immediately, smirking. “Well, well… what do we have here? Village boy! Lost already?” Th...Read more