Be prepared: some stories don't just wait to be read-they actively read you. Mylo Radulovic's debut collection, The Black Ink, plunges you into unsettling worlds. Imagine an artist tormented by his own creation, an intelligent building falling possessively in love, a corridor where fairy tales are gruesomely displayed like hunting trophies, or a voice in the dark that slips beneath your skin and stays.
With each page, Radulovic strips away the veneer of reality to expose the nightmares lurking underneath. These are tales that twist genres, defy easy categorization, and echo long after the book is closed. Some emerged quickly; others carry the weight of something that perhaps should have remained untold. Dare to open it? Just remember, the ink is still fresh... and it's aware of you.
Be prepared: some stories don't just wait to be read-they actively read you. Mylo Radulovic's debut collection, The Black Ink, plunges you into unsettling worlds. Imagine an artist tormented by his own creation, an intelligent building falling possessively in love, a corridor where fairy tales are gruesomely displayed like hunting trophies, or a voice in the dark that slips beneath your skin and stays.
With each page, Radulovic strips away the veneer of reality to expose the nightmares lurking underneath. These are tales that twist genres, defy easy categorization, and echo long after the book is closed. Some emerged quickly; others carry the weight of something that perhaps should have remained untold. Dare to open it? Just remember, the ink is still fresh... and it's aware of you.