brainstorm un

the door creaked and it slipped in i coold feel its presence and feel the pain it would bring to me if i didnt escape but it was too late the door had already closed and locked it circled  me and made me  shiver as i tried to side up the wall i saw that i could no longer move i had been frozen...littteraly to me this was serious but to the man that was cackiling in the shadows it was hilarious

the photo

the camera was pointing straight at me not the famous statues not the picasso paintings but at me cameron green i knew he would keep the picture forever because it was special the world never knew i exsisted  not my family ( if i had one) not even my self i was a figment of imagination a myth but jack nicolas didnt think so