Stories tagged “Photography”

  • The Photographer Analogy

    A light’s been turned on underneath you, blinding. You’re wearing white in a white room and there’s someone behind the glare. You know ’cause you can hear the camera clicking. But, it’s OK. The pictures are gonna come out ...

  • Photographic Evidence (continued)

    I rummaged through my bag, tore out my camera and placed it around my neck. Even though it was my day off,2 I knew this was it. This was my award winning picture. What would I call it? A silent hell? Quiet chaos? I need this shot. I placed my camera on...

  • Gone in a Flash

    “Uh…okay…” Billy said, shading his eyes and squinting, trying to see past the lights. “Are you okay, Sera? You sound kinda funny.” “I’ve been a little sick lately,” Sera said. “Yeah, you might say she...

  • Lights Are On...

    “That’s… You don’t see a lot of people willing to make that kind of decision so quickly,” Lisa said, raising an eyebrow. “For all you know, we’ll have to… take him out of public circulation.” “...

    • Author: Cossy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Part Two: From the Photographer

    “Hey, photo boy.” She slipped her hands over my eyes, cutting off my vision, right before I pressed down quickly, clicking my camera. I gently pried her hands from my face. Her long brown hair swirled around her, catching in between her lips and un...

  • a photographer

    the flashes of the camera hurt my eyes which were already sored with dry tears. the blood trickled down my face. down my bare arms and chest. down the chains that held me to this chair. i squinted, asking for a reason, a reason as to why this had to ha...

  • Killing her with a D3

    Have you ever felt terrified, I mean, terrified, iron knot in the stomach, chest heaving, pissin’ on your pants terrified? This is how I have lived since I was ten. She comes suddenly and she disappears as suddenly. She comes out of shadows, in b...

  • There 'Snuff-in Wrong with Good Time (Mature)

    She sat on the couch. Eyes closed, I couldn’t take the shot any other way. There was something so imperfectly perfect about this whole scene that made me take a few extra shots for myself. Maybe it was her smeared mascara mixed with blood. Or the dry...

    • Author: soup
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Anticipation of Bad News

    It had seemed a wonderful day to be an art student in London. The rain that had drenched them while stumbling home from a club the night before had blown away shortly before the sun had risen. Through clearing cloud, dawn speared pink, orange and yello...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Post-Suburban Sprawl Commentary

    “This place is creepy.” “That’s the point, Sue.” “Then why am I wearing a prom dress?” “It’s a juxtaposition, the beat down house with the fancy outfit. Try standing more towards the window.” ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5