With my head reeling from the kiss, I got up dazedly to get out. Only, I couldn’t. The darkroom was pitch black, with which fear hung in the air. I could bare his laugh no longer. I felt that I must run, or cry.
Anna
In the darkroom, the tension swirled. Lights flashed from out the windows from the storm . It was only me and he who I hate. He laughed at every jump, every scared attempt to make it out. If only. If
Anna
Developing photography never seemed to complicated. Watching the film turn into captured memories, that was hardest. Seeing his face pop up in pictures, even though it would never visit that field or feel the warm sun again. Who knew that the darkroom would turn into the only place I could go to seek solace and remember him the way he always was: happy and free.
somewhere to make love with a beautiful person. or it could be somewhere to get killed by a crazy person that you once made love to. strange isn’t it how one min they’re everything then the next they are cutting your heart out of your chest. there are many things that can happen in a darkroom.
There I was, with him, in his bedroom all dark and gloomy. Laying together on his bed, singing softly under our breathes. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe with him so close to me. I closed my eyes, in this darkroom, and pictured the perfect scene, the perfect scene where he kissed me.
Anna
The place my daughter escapes from at the early hours into her safety net called mum and dad’s bedroom. It’s an even darker place, but she can feel us,touch us, feel our breaths on her cheek, so we bring her light in our dark place. It allows her to see her dreams!
Angharad Lee
The lights went down without a flicker, seamlessly making the walls turn dark and then blue in the blacklights clipped to the stage manager’s desk. The show was about to start- I could feel it even when I already knew from the cue echoing through the backstage monitors.
Nachos
When you enter a darkroom the possibilities are endless. How will those photos come out? How much solution? How long to expose it to the light? Even the mistakes can be a thing of beauty.
She was caught in the darkroom. Of course, it was dark, so dark that she could not even see her hand in front of her. How did she end up here? She did not remember what had happened after someone had knocked her out. She should have listened to her father when he had wanted her to have bodyguards… How was she to expect a kidnapping in the middle of the street in midday? And where was her boyfriend? Wait… was that his voice outside the door? Had he been part of this?! That was impossible… wasn’t it?
Darkrooms are for doing film. This was used back in the old days now all the cameras are digital and you can do it from pretty much any computer. All cameras used to be negatives. Now they are all ran on a little microchip.
In the darkroom I developed the pictures. I was shocked by what I saw. I had never seen anything so disturbing and gruesome. If he ever found out that I saw these he would kill me. I just know it. How could he hide a secret this big? What would happen if anyone found out? Would he go to jail for the rest of his life?
Emily
I’ve never seen a darkroom. But all I know is that’s where you make film. I bet it would be hard to work in one of the darkroom. Having to try to put it all together. I don’t mean like a real darkroom.
A dark room sounds like a room that is dark. It actually seems kind of scary! But it kind of seems like a interesting place to go to too. I would like to there and see how it is.
Darkrooms are really rapidly becoming things of the past. Darkrooms are places where they mess with film. I’ve never seen one, and today is the first time I’ve ever heard of one. They seem boring.
I was waiting for you in the darkroom. The only sound was the dripping of my eyelids, the immeasurable whisper of tears. Where are you? Why did you take away the light?
A darkroom is used to put photos through the process of getting them to show what is on the page. Darkrooms are very cool to be in and they are used to make film.
I sit alone in a darkroom. My past events come flying through my mind as they race to bring me back towards a time I wasn’t myself. If only I had a light to switch on, make the room no longer dark. Then the thoughts that have appeared in this time, might finally disappear.
Is there anything unusual about a darkroom really – as soon as you shut your eyes the room is dark, at least to you. The room could be filled with anything but it you close your eyes sometimes it doesn’t matter what’s there or not…
Last night, I sat in my room, laptop in my lap, ear-buds in my ears, and my fingers glazed across the keyboard. I got a lot of my feelings out into it. My room was pitch black. There were no distractions, just me and a computer. You should check out the readings.. http://caseypadgett.blogspot.com
the darkness that has enclosed my heart is suffocating, i want light.
Pathikrit Bandyopadhyay
I sat in the dark room. In the corner watching the photos be developed. I tugged at my hair and wondered if anyone knew I was there. Sitting in the dark room. Alone. I tugged at my hair.
Alyssa
i see a dark room and ther eis no lighting and ther eis isn’t a word… i thought i just heard my phone vibrate. but it was just my imagination. i like that darkroom is in purple; my favorite color. the side of my face itcehs
thats not a ord\
netiher is that
or that
bob
My husband (he died, about 15 years ago) loved photography, and transformed our utility room into a dark room. Which was fine until a cat needed an urgent visit to the garden – via the darkroom. Imagine, if you will, a cat with her legs crossed waiting for until the photographic coast was clear!
joey
there is a dark room in which a man lays down and tries to sleep.
when he can’t sleep he does all he can to think that he is.
he stares out the window at a sleepwalking world and
beats his head against the wall.
dark room.
michael
The darkroom was very scary. It was very quiet with no one inside beside me and other friends. You couldn’t see any thing.
My life is one, big dark room…at least, that’s what the girl said.I didn’t see it. Fascinating, elegant, but dark? I loved her then, but could no longer. If she would just let a little sun in at her window, but..no, the pictures wouldn’t have developed quite so well.
Flash.
“That’s a wrap!” I said. I had just taken the best pictures i’ve ever taken, i’m pretty sure.
a couple days later, i took them to the darkroom to develop them. i saw them in the light, and they were more than i’d ever had.
a;fheajkr
A devilish grin lights her face in agony, she wants to but can’t. She can their already in the darkroom, but it’s not right, can’t be.
Samm
Monsters in the dark reach out their tentacles and slither around with long tongues and buggy eyes. They reach through the passage with their suction cups. But they cannot touch because they thrive in a darkness that only exists in the mind.
So i was taking photos one day and decided it was time to develop some great shots. So i went into my personal dark room and started in. It didn’t take very long to realize that none of my shots were going to develop the way i wanted them to. two reasons, one, i think i may not have the right chemicals to develop film, secondly, my camera is digital.
So i sit here in this darkroom and wonder what i’m doing here.
Matt from Vermont
Angela felt her heart stop when her nightlight suddenly cut off. It wasn’t as if the bulb died (she replaced it last week) but something switched it off. She screamed in terror as she heard someone laugh menacingly from somewhere in the darkness.
With my head reeling from the kiss, I got up dazedly to get out. Only, I couldn’t. The darkroom was pitch black, with which fear hung in the air. I could bare his laugh no longer. I felt that I must run, or cry.
In the darkroom, the tension swirled. Lights flashed from out the windows from the storm . It was only me and he who I hate. He laughed at every jump, every scared attempt to make it out. If only. If
Developing photography never seemed to complicated. Watching the film turn into captured memories, that was hardest. Seeing his face pop up in pictures, even though it would never visit that field or feel the warm sun again. Who knew that the darkroom would turn into the only place I could go to seek solace and remember him the way he always was: happy and free.
somewhere to make love with a beautiful person. or it could be somewhere to get killed by a crazy person that you once made love to. strange isn’t it how one min they’re everything then the next they are cutting your heart out of your chest. there are many things that can happen in a darkroom.
your soul is like the darkroom of my memories.
There I was, with him, in his bedroom all dark and gloomy. Laying together on his bed, singing softly under our breathes. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe with him so close to me. I closed my eyes, in this darkroom, and pictured the perfect scene, the perfect scene where he kissed me.
The place my daughter escapes from at the early hours into her safety net called mum and dad’s bedroom. It’s an even darker place, but she can feel us,touch us, feel our breaths on her cheek, so we bring her light in our dark place. It allows her to see her dreams!
The lights went down without a flicker, seamlessly making the walls turn dark and then blue in the blacklights clipped to the stage manager’s desk. The show was about to start- I could feel it even when I already knew from the cue echoing through the backstage monitors.
When you enter a darkroom the possibilities are endless. How will those photos come out? How much solution? How long to expose it to the light? Even the mistakes can be a thing of beauty.
She was caught in the darkroom. Of course, it was dark, so dark that she could not even see her hand in front of her. How did she end up here? She did not remember what had happened after someone had knocked her out. She should have listened to her father when he had wanted her to have bodyguards… How was she to expect a kidnapping in the middle of the street in midday? And where was her boyfriend? Wait… was that his voice outside the door? Had he been part of this?! That was impossible… wasn’t it?
peace and quiet. sleep. sex. love. dreams. tea. music. sitting cross legged. incense. shutters. candles. nightlights.
A place to develop photographs, required by potatoes, conducive to assignations.
Darkrooms are for doing film. This was used back in the old days now all the cameras are digital and you can do it from pretty much any computer. All cameras used to be negatives. Now they are all ran on a little microchip.
In the darkroom I developed the pictures. I was shocked by what I saw. I had never seen anything so disturbing and gruesome. If he ever found out that I saw these he would kill me. I just know it. How could he hide a secret this big? What would happen if anyone found out? Would he go to jail for the rest of his life?
I’ve never seen a darkroom. But all I know is that’s where you make film. I bet it would be hard to work in one of the darkroom. Having to try to put it all together. I don’t mean like a real darkroom.
A dark room sounds like a room that is dark. It actually seems kind of scary! But it kind of seems like a interesting place to go to too. I would like to there and see how it is.
A darkroom is a place where they develop film, i think. I don’t really know what it is, but it sounds pretty cool. I want to go there some day.(;
a dark room is used to take picture so it can be a colored picture.
Dark rooms are quite old they are used to make film and thats getting old and its realy a werred topic
A dark room is where they deveplop film.
Darkrooms are really rapidly becoming things of the past. Darkrooms are places where they mess with film. I’ve never seen one, and today is the first time I’ve ever heard of one. They seem boring.
A Place to develop film and an old place we dont often use anymore.
i went to the darkroom at my house i ended up in my sisters room and so left the darkroom and went to a nother dark room this time it was mine.
I was waiting for you in the darkroom. The only sound was the dripping of my eyelids, the immeasurable whisper of tears. Where are you? Why did you take away the light?
A darkroom is used to put photos through the process of getting them to show what is on the page. Darkrooms are very cool to be in and they are used to make film.
I sit alone in a darkroom. My past events come flying through my mind as they race to bring me back towards a time I wasn’t myself. If only I had a light to switch on, make the room no longer dark. Then the thoughts that have appeared in this time, might finally disappear.
Is there anything unusual about a darkroom really – as soon as you shut your eyes the room is dark, at least to you. The room could be filled with anything but it you close your eyes sometimes it doesn’t matter what’s there or not…
Last night, I sat in my room, laptop in my lap, ear-buds in my ears, and my fingers glazed across the keyboard. I got a lot of my feelings out into it. My room was pitch black. There were no distractions, just me and a computer. You should check out the readings.. http://caseypadgett.blogspot.com
the darkness that has enclosed my heart is suffocating, i want light.
I sat in the dark room. In the corner watching the photos be developed. I tugged at my hair and wondered if anyone knew I was there. Sitting in the dark room. Alone. I tugged at my hair.
i see a dark room and ther eis no lighting and ther eis isn’t a word… i thought i just heard my phone vibrate. but it was just my imagination. i like that darkroom is in purple; my favorite color. the side of my face itcehs
thats not a ord\
netiher is that
or that
My husband (he died, about 15 years ago) loved photography, and transformed our utility room into a dark room. Which was fine until a cat needed an urgent visit to the garden – via the darkroom. Imagine, if you will, a cat with her legs crossed waiting for until the photographic coast was clear!
there is a dark room in which a man lays down and tries to sleep.
when he can’t sleep he does all he can to think that he is.
he stares out the window at a sleepwalking world and
beats his head against the wall.
dark room.
The darkroom was very scary. It was very quiet with no one inside beside me and other friends. You couldn’t see any thing.
My life is one, big dark room…at least, that’s what the girl said.I didn’t see it. Fascinating, elegant, but dark? I loved her then, but could no longer. If she would just let a little sun in at her window, but..no, the pictures wouldn’t have developed quite so well.
Flash.
“That’s a wrap!” I said. I had just taken the best pictures i’ve ever taken, i’m pretty sure.
a couple days later, i took them to the darkroom to develop them. i saw them in the light, and they were more than i’d ever had.
A devilish grin lights her face in agony, she wants to but can’t. She can their already in the darkroom, but it’s not right, can’t be.
Monsters in the dark reach out their tentacles and slither around with long tongues and buggy eyes. They reach through the passage with their suction cups. But they cannot touch because they thrive in a darkness that only exists in the mind.
So i was taking photos one day and decided it was time to develop some great shots. So i went into my personal dark room and started in. It didn’t take very long to realize that none of my shots were going to develop the way i wanted them to. two reasons, one, i think i may not have the right chemicals to develop film, secondly, my camera is digital.
So i sit here in this darkroom and wonder what i’m doing here.
Angela felt her heart stop when her nightlight suddenly cut off. It wasn’t as if the bulb died (she replaced it last week) but something switched it off. She screamed in terror as she heard someone laugh menacingly from somewhere in the darkness.