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The only sound is me. i scrape my feet on the pavement when i walk. it's too dark outside for only being seven. nothing is making any noise, its so quiet. i feel like something is staring at me from behind and i walk a little faster. i turn into the path and keep going. the rusty fence looks more eerie at night. the dead tree's silhouette is a beautiful kind of scary. i take a picture. i keep walking. the sky looks like vanilla. the clouds are so fluffy, too. i trip over something but catch myself with my hands on the ground. i get up and brush myself off. i look over my shoulder and see something white. i go back and check it out. its headphones that are white. i mess with them and turn them into a heart, and i take a picture. i keep walking. i see you sitting by the fence next to the creek. i walk off the path and carefully step on the rocks that look steady. i dodge the green pole in the middle of the chain fence, like that's supposed o keep us out. i place my foot on a rock and it tilts, i lose my balance and my knee slams into the pole. i yelp in pain. you come down from your perch and grab my hand, "need help?" i look up at you and smile. i take a step forward and now i'm standing on a large, flat rock. i touch my neck, to make sure my camera is still around my neck, it is. i pick up the heavy thing and take a picture of the creek. the sun shone on the water and it reflected perfectly onto the rocks and your face. it was beautiful. "you wanted me to come down here," i ask while i point the camera at the old bridge right above us that, surprisingly, hasn't broke yet. "can't you go anywhere without your camera?" you ask, jokingly. i turn to you and snap a photo of you when the wind blows your hair just a little and the sun hits your face and the water just right, again. "no," i say and laugh. i turn around and lean against the big, dead oak i used to climb. you walk near me and take my camera off my neck. you hold it up, as if to take a picture. "look away. at the sky or something. and look sad." i do what you tell me, and i hear a faint click. you hand it back to me. i smile, "you've learned some." "i've been given some pointers by one of the best." we both laugh, "I'm thirteen. im not going to be the best for a long time." i look into your eyes and get the chills, you usually don't like taking photos and you hate the sight of my camera. i force a smile. i look up, and the tree looks like it always has looked, scary but friendly. i take a picture of it, and smile at how amazing it looks. there's a ong silence between us. you kick at a rock and look down, "me and my dad started fighting again." you look at me and i can't resist taking a picture. your eyes look so sad and your face is full of emotion. you blink. i put my camera away and rub your back, "im sorry. what happened?" you jerk at my touch and walk over to the chained fence. your left hand grips the fence and you start shaking. "i don't even remember." i quickly take another shot and stare at you in awe. i swear, you could be a male model... i walk over to you and put my hand on your shoulder. the wind picks up and it sarts to get a little darker outside. a street light comes on somewhere near us. suddenly, your phone starts ringing. "shh its my dad." i walk away and take pictures of everything, the sky, you talking, the tree, the light, the water and rocks. you hang up and look at me, even more depressed then you were before. "i have to go. sorry" you climb up and start walking away from me. i go over and place my camera on the ground. i wait for you to walk farther away. i look through the lens and take a picture. there are leaves and pebbles in it, but there is also your feet walking away. i feel slightly depressed now too. i wait a little bit and find more things to take photos of. it gets dark outside and i begin to walk home. i stop, and can't move for some reason. a car whizzes by. another one comes my way. i focus my camera on the coming car and take the photo right before it goes by me. the headlights glow over the dark environment and briefly describes how this place looks at night. its so depressing and eerie. it's not like the twon we live in at all. i walk home, all while watching behind me, and taking photos. i wish you were here right now. with me. so we could talk and take photos. so we could get closer then ever before....
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- | Submitted on 04/01/2011 |
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- Title: snapshot
- Artist: ViciousPacifist
- Description: everything is different at night.
- Date: 04/01/2011
- Tags: snapshot camera creek photos
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Comments (2 Comments)
- ViciousPacifist - 04/17/2011
- sorry about that, I'm trying to get used to using "you" and "I" for a school project that is coming up.. and what you said about how young they are and how mature the situations seem, this is a true story.. so, i decided to keep it true. smile thanks for the help!
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- CravenDog - 04/12/2011
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It's a good start, but I found some problems with it, for me, personally. First, there are some grammatical errors, but those are no big deal. Second, it was kind of strange reading this in first person, saying "you" and "I," it gets confusing to know who you're talking about. Third, the fact that they are so young, but they seem to be in such mature situations seems strange. I would suggest upping their ages, perhaps?
Oh, and it would be easier to read if it were in paragraphs. - Report As Spam