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Things can happen anywhere. You know, the things that are intentionally vague. And I mean, what could possibly be a better place for things than a darkroom, right? Wrong.
By Caroline on 02.01.2011
Wow, I wish I owned a darkroom. I love film photography. It would cut my developing costs down so much, too. I would love to watch other people develop theirs, too. I love to watch people, especially if they’re doing anything involving film.
By Molly on 02.01.2011
when i was little my dad used to take a lot of pictures. i remember the smell of the chemicals and how enthralled i was of the process of making pictures. i miss those days. being young, admiring my dad and what he loved to do.
By amanda on 02.01.2011
a darkroom is a place to develop photographs. it could also be a closet you hide in when playing hide and seek as a child, a secret rendezvous between forbidden lovers. there are many places and things a darkroom can be.
By Sarah on 02.01.2011
there was a very darkroom late at night. it had no light. the little boy thought there were monsters in it. he would wake up in a sweat. terrified. but then he realize it was only a nightmare, he felt angels. the angels always watched over him not matter what.
By Missy URL on 02.01.2011
Photography, obviously. Darkrooms are fun because you can totally hook up with people yet not know who you’re hooking up with so it’s a surprise. Surprises are fun, too. I like darkrooms, except if I’m hooking up with an ugly disgusting cat lady and I don’t even know it. That’s just wrong.
By Michael on 02.01.2011
We sat inside the darkroom quietly. The red light glowing throughout the both of us, penetrating our souls and our love. His hand placed upon my own as we sat there reminiscing about the times we had spent, and the times that would soon come. We knew what we had was real. Nothing was going to stop us. We were leaving the last crowd behind.
By Lisa URL on 02.01.2011
Darkrooms leave room for anything. They are not biased because they know only what they learn from personal experience. No judgment of physical character.
By Sauce on 02.01.2011
scary, used to be hella scared of a dark room when i was little, now i actually enjoy the dark room. not all the time tho, especially after watching a scary movie.not good..but i would like to put glow stars all over my dark room, that would be awsome:P
By melody URL on 02.01.2011
darkroom was where I once created magic
the light on white paper
dipped in liquid the images appear
darkroom was filled with light
with magic paper
By Luvlylici URL on 02.01.2011
photos come to life in a darkroom. Lights would ruin what only light produced, so the mystery is kept in the dark for a little longer, until the revealing.
By Jena Marie on 02.01.2011
I stood in the old darkroom wondering what exactly I should do with all of Uncle Harry’s old equipment. I didn’t know the first thing about developing pictures. All I ever did was send my pics to Costco over the web and pick them up later. The bottles of chemicals looked dangerous. I thought again how my mom should be doing this. Not me
By DoingTheWriteThing.Wordpress.com URL on 02.01.2011
this place is unbelieveably calming to me. developing pictures is the first and only way i’ve ever found of being creative that is actually effective for me. i tried to build one in my house, but failed because of all the technicalities involved.
By Kaitlyn on 02.01.2011
i don’t like a darkroom but it is good for sleeping. sometimes it is even good for crying. some times is good to have a darkroom at home just for meditation.
By Maryam on 02.01.2011
There I was in a dark room: no lights, no sound, nothing. My heart was pounding I was sure of it but I couldn’t hear because the darkness swallowed it up. My eyes couldn’t see a thing and if there was a light at the end of the tunnel, it too, was swallowed up by the darkness. This darkroom was all I had ever known; it was my prison.
By Rea Rose on 02.01.2011
a darkroom is a place where magic happens. really. i was in one once. it was all dark and all, and then all the sudden these little pixies came out of nowheres. they were all glowy and stuff, and neon sparks flew out of their wings. it was amazing.
By rollinggnomes URL on 02.01.2011
Darkroom, darkroom, should be more careful, stepped on a broom. Broke my nose, bled red as a rose. Not too great at rhyming…
By Olesya URL on 02.01.2011
i’m trapped in this darkrom. its like a cave, hodling me back. i can’t find the light. i cant find you in this place of darkness and despair. you are my light. you can save me from this dankness. where are you? i miss you. come back to me. light up my life. you are all i live for. give me a reason to breathe.
By Andrea URL on 02.01.2011
Kiga sat in a dark room. The walls were covered in black shadows, and a suit of black armour sat in the corner. Saturn sat in his throne high above, waiting. The sun never rose here in Tartarus, but she didn’t mind. Who needs sun when you have darkness?
By Kiga URL on 02.01.2011
I walked back into the darkroom, seeing what’s exposed
The old photographs, and the creation of woes.
I cannot believe my eyes what horrors I find
But I can fear none of the pain.
By Rita Mae on 02.01.2011
They stood there, alone. The room had that eerie red glow that was only seen in movies. He held her hand and she looked up at his shadowed face. She took her hand away and took the photo down. She couldn’t do that to him. Ripping it to pieces. Throwing it on the floor. Jumping and giving him a kiss. All one motions that just felt… right.
By Abi on 02.01.2011
I see the light piercing the shuttered window all around . As I scried the room an old traditional office like of those from a noir movie, I waited for another, in the lobby, in the dull haze.
By ben URL on 02.01.2011
A darkroom is a place where photographers go to develop their photographs. In my photography class last year we got to use a darkroom when developing film. One time, my friend and I dropped a piece of our canister and had to find it in the dark. It was kind-of scary and kind-of fun at the same time. I’d love to use one again.
By Brittany Coleman on 02.01.2011
the photographs in the darkroom.. they tell a ghastly story.
By apitcherfullofmirth URL on 02.01.2011
in a darkroom, so much can happen. In a darkroom, the red lights are the only light. red light hides so much. POLARIZATION ANYONE?
By rebecca on 02.01.2011
She sat in the darkroom, cold and alone. She preferred it this way. The scent of the chemicals filled her nostrils, invigorating her with the passion to produce. Once she produced the pictures she would not be alone. The souls they captured would be there with her.
By Lauren Stuckey URL on 02.01.2011
A man sits in a dark room. His back to the wall. He holds something in his hand that is indisgtinguishable. The smoke from his cigarette billows from infront of his face. We hear him say, What are you doing over there? B obby doesn’t know what to do he didn’t expect to get caught in this situation
By Pat Cross on 02.01.2011
She stood there in the red tinted room. All alone, they stood. The horrible photo hung there. She took it down and ripped it to shreds. She threw it to the floor, and with a smile, jumped at him for that “picture-perfect kiss.” He stopped her.
She fell back. She didn’t know what to do. She looked down, at the “blood” on the floor.
By Abigail URL on 02.01.2011
Darkroom. What hides in a darkroom? The images upon the paper are revealed, but they are only brought into light outside of a dark room. Who knows.. what really goes on in the darkroom? Is it a fear of finding? Or a fear of losing? The darkroom has more than meets the eye,
By elizabeth on 02.01.2011
I stand in a dark room, no space to breath, no place to move. Trapped between feeling fear and fear of feeling, this darkness leaves my heart racing, my mind reeling. I’m stealing every moment I can, I feel inspiration upon my hands, telling me to help you understand.
By Stefan URL on 02.01.2011
The darkroom was, well, dark. Katie walked across the room she knew so well and reached for the container that held the first chemical she needed to develop todays set of photographs. Earlier this morning, she’d taken her nice old film camera to her fiance’s soccer game to try for some nice action shots.
By Brittany :) URL on 02.01.2011
I woke up one night in a dark room. There were candles lit, but no one there- the occasional scream bellowed from the depths of the room, as if it were a creature. The grumbles of the room and the feeling of being swallowed overcame me. There was nothing but fear and doubt.
By Jaykob Wood on 02.01.2011
It was bitch black, only the constant glow from the photo printer gave off a dim glow. I can’t believe this was where it all started. Just a few months ago, I had no idea what he meant to me. I had no idea about myself.
I can still picture it, whis slight breath as he stood next to me, the starting of a time where peace was all to possible. But like the photos in the darkroom, it had to getter darker before it could get lighter.
By Nata on 02.01.2011
The photographer develops his captured photographs in his darkroom, converted from a tiny closet. His photos, erotic nudes, show his inner demons. The mayor’s daughter, the wife of the town drunk. All of these women are outlets for him. His ability to manipulate is apparent. Manipulating the women to pose as they do, manipulating the composition to evoke his inner thoughts. The photographer is the world’s best manipulator.
By Hilary URL on 02.01.2011
A darkroom is a place where there is no light. A darkroom could be use as a metaphor that we as people use when something bad is going on in our life.
By nicholas hawkins on 02.01.2011
She sat in the room alone. There was only one light on. One flickering light. Under that light was his body and the blood that streamed from the wound in his chest. The light flickered out. She was alone in the room. The darkroom. Alone. And happy. Deliriously happy.
In the oddest way the darkroom was the only bright thing in my life. In it everything was illuminated, spectacularly with bright burst of sparks and fireballs, bursting behind my eyelids bursting at the seams. In here it was safe, shrouded in swirls of air that cloys, clings.
By Syafiqah URL on 02.01.2011
I think of high school and darkness. I think of developing film and playing with light settings; Of black & white photographs and silence;
By Hailey on 02.01.2011
The billboard perched on the hill was brand new, just like a christmas present, addressed to whoever wanted to look. James wasn’t sure if he liked this new corporate takeover of his town. People were starting to care what they actually looked like, who they were, and who they wanted to be friends with. Who knew a stupid little mall could change things like that?
By Mason URL on 02.01.2011
it is a room where is no light in there. Usually is frightening, but you have time to think and meditate. Also, lighting a candle is a good idea… sometimes I like to turn off all the lights, its peaceful… I like it very very much. So much.
By andrea on 02.01.2011