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Damn CameraSummer days for a teenager are some of the worst things in the world. It is intriguing at first; the thought of a whole two and a half months off from School. However, the edging wish soon becomes a dull, repetitive yearn of the past. The sunlit hours drag endlessly on, and the homework for the new high school is shoved off to the corner to collect dust.Damn Camera by ThePaintedLady143
The day is perfect, hot but perfect. I grab the out-dated Olympus camera, clamber onto my bike, and pedal away down the street. I live in a historical city. It's also a city with beautiful things to photograph. That's my goal today.
Left on this street, turn right on Monticello and there's my first target: a dangling pair of shoes strung up on the telephone wire. I take the camera, slide the covering to the side, and wait the ten seconds it takes for the scrap of junk to load. My ear phones get tangled up on my handle bars and I curse silently to myself as weird looks are tossed my way. Finally, it decides it's time to take a picture.
A Letter to a StrangerDear You,A Letter to a Stranger by IdesOfDecember
I may have forgotten You, or maybe I have just met You. You were Me, once, and I think maybe I were You, too, but that is a thing only past tenses understand. But I have something to say to You, so You better listen.
I am a stranger to You. I had not been a stranger for long, but You and I have drifted apart. You cannot understand MeI prevent You from understanding Me. It is a way to protect Myself from You, away from the prying eyes where even I am starting to understand Me a little less.
But less about Me, and more about You.
You and I must've been the same person, once. There was some point in time where You and I were We. Us. Me. Something like that. There was a time, not too long ago, where We laughed in synchronization and said the same things, agreed in unison and were two halves of a wholenot even. We were the whole, You and I.
The EndThere came a time when silence fell.The End by Tohroe
But before that, there was noise. Explosions and screams and cried for help that were never answered. Grating metal screeches as corporate buildings fell, collapsing under the weight of their own lies. Children of children killing children.
Yet, remarkably the sun still came up the next morning and shone down over the cold metallic remains. No cries. No screams. No breaking glass. Just silence and sun and an iron-like tang at the back of the throat. You would be forgiven for thinking that this happened in a different place, at a different time. It didn't.
And that's when I awoke.
"Hello?" I heard you call.
"Where are you?" The voice was faint, thready.
"I'm here!" I began to search.
"No." A belligerent statement of fact. "No, I'm here. I'd see you if you were too. Don't you know where you are?"
But we found each other, eventually. Together, we took off our clothes, and walked 'round our little town. We tore the paper from the walls,
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