although often times i find myself in a dark room, i cannot imagine what a bright room would be like. these thoughts penetrate my every action and the bright room, which is supposed to be desirable, is now the problem, the virus.
I suppose getting closer to my subconcious is now the only thing I do want.
Sam
i think creature and mice. i think about things crawling around that you dont know about. i think about sadness, thoughts, eyes are closed, something is out there, there are secrets thought about
hannah pak
It’s dark. But I’m not upset, I find peace within the darkness. It allows me to think, and imagine. It allows what can’t be seen to be filled with my imagination and thought. I am at peace.
samantha
A darkroom. It feels like that. I’m stuck in this place where inspiration and happiness is rare, nothing too look at, nothing to see. When it comes, I try and hang on to it; try and memorize how I got there, but I can’t. It’s gone the moment it come and I don’t understand why, then I end up being even more frustrated with everything, mostly at myself. I don’t understand.
Kaitlyn
it’s not much just a musty place. A place where I used to hide but how can you be hidden when you’re so found. I used to put candy under my pillow there. I once had a boy sneak through my room there. Now all I can think about is the fact that he invaded my space there. This isn’t where I wanted to keep secrets that I wish to forget. This is where I wanted you to stay out.
Heather
Darkroom. Scented with chemicals. Pictures of that smile. That fake smile that may never disappear from that page. It was that one millisecond when the camera captured your teeth showing. The reality, however, shows us something different. You’re scared and sad, just like very single one of us.
BettyBoo
The street from below was terrorizing y dreams with it’s taunting of noises of the night. I shuffled in my bed until my head couldn’t stand the pressure any further. I jolted upright only to find myself all alone in my darkroom.
Dark room.
Depression.
Closed in.
Cold. Alone. Tired.
Scared.
Anxious.
Let me out of this hole in the world,
this darkness is taking over my mind,
my soul and my heart,
are trapped,
in this dark, dark room.
Felicia
The darkroom is where we develop.
Our thoughts, images, ideas.
From every negative comes a positive.
Black and white is best, though
Life is rarely that way.
Without colour, life would be monochrome.
He quickly shut the door behind him as he heard the sound of footsteps running past the door. Someone told one of the persons to go right, the other left. It was too dark to see, his eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. He felt around and felt nothing but stone and mortar.
It was hard to see. My vision blurred slightly from the tears that were forming as the pictures finally found light. Benny and another woman.
Lauren
fear..sadness..gothic..tears..I juST CANT SEE ANYTHING..no body here…light back please…
Nour Wael
alone, night, just thoughts. me and myself. wondering. asleep? dreams. waiting. when will morning come? plain. silence.
Hillary Hoffman
dark rooms are very scary and i do not want to be in one, suspicious stuff will go on. Harry potter takes place in dark rooms;therefore, i do not want to be in one. It’s possible voldemort will take our lives. so.. no dark rooms for us please. bright rooms are where it’s at.
sarah
The colors were stripped from my sight. Lost in the world of darkness, I lie on the stone floor, blinking back my tears.
Megan Johnson
In this dark room there is nothing but myself. I have nothing to give but myself in this dark room. And there he is, the light, the sunshine of my eyes. I don’t know him. FUCK. I wish he was here to talk me through the darkness. I need to find the light switch and he is my guide. I’m in love. Fuck it, I’m in love….
Laura
Photography inspired the darkroom that was created. Revealing lightness in the photos …the irony of the medium. Solitude, as I coaxed photos of places and people to keep me company as I wait …in the dark.
Kristina
Photographs–half developed, with a bright red light…which is weird since its a darkroom.
Alex
I walked into that room knowing nothing about it.
I heard voices telling me that if I turned on a light they’d end me right then and there. But just for fun, I switched on the flashlight in my pocket and asked, “You mean like this?”
“Stop!” A man screeched. “Don’t you dare!”
“You mean you don’t want me to pull out my flashlight and ruin your pretty pictures like this?”
The shadows on the wall saw it all, this is what happens when the dark underestimates the power of light.
I was sitting there, I couldn’t see a thing. The darkness consumed every fiber of my being. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe. The light was at some other place, i could not think of how to reach it. My fingers grasped at nothing and my life passed before my eyes.
Abby
The smell of the developer instantly made his member turgid as he subconsciously remembered the many women he had known intimately in the darkroom.
Abc
This is not good. I’m in a dark room and I’m afraid of the dark. In many instances evil lurks in darkness. But How is darkness usually associated with fear, and evil when one of the most beautiful things takes place in darkness. A child within the womb.
was the most peaceful time ever. I loved spending time in there up until someone walked in. It was nice to create something out of nothing. the way pictures just showed up on that blank piece of paper. and it was quiet and peaceful. just me and my thoughts. not in a creepy lonely suicidal way though. so that was nice. me and my thoughts.
A
My camera had hung around my neck for years, I took it everywhere I went. But until today, I was always incapable of removing the lens, of snapping a single photograph that I would consider beautiful enough to look upon.
kerri
Everything it absorbs draws on light.
I told him my lips were like a pair of florescent flamingos.
she entered the darkroom to develop the snaps of the lady murdered brutally last night…she was sure the photographs would def give some clue….never knowing what awaited inside…she was so engrossed in her work that she failed to notice that a hooded figure was standing behind her…she felt his breath…she was shocked to death…she turned to hit him…but alas she was helpless….she cudn’t see a thing…she felt weak…she was overjoyed…it was Ron kissing her…it was their anniversary…she forgot the lady…she loved ROn with all her heart, oblivious of the fact that Ron was there to het rid of all the evidences against him…if required even her
photos light by red light in a small room, photos everywhere, hanging on strings, people, animals, buildings, abandoned. alone, quiet, solitary. still. alone. alone. always alone.
Briget
I was sitting in the darkroom. There was a shadow behind me. Except there wasn’t because there are no shadows in a darkroom. Or so I had thought…. I walked up to the mysterious shadow, intrigued by what I had seen. It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t a photo enlarger. What was it? It was hidden under a heavy duty cloth. Was it a statue? There was only one way to find out.
Lauren
well there once was a very darkroom that had been empty for several years. it lay at the back of the house off the side of the garage. today it stayed locked and the owners pretended to forget about it.
bethel
the scary night came along and i didnt know what to do, the rocking chair began to move and all i could see was the color from my eyes shine back at me through the mirror. i could hear every little noise throughout the entire house. i heard the mouse run though the walls and the creek of the floor board when someone was up and walking. there was a slight brightness coming from underneath my door, as if someone was up or walking through the house. my room had always been the darkest room.
Miranda
Darkrooms are used are cool and kinda freaky.The red light makes the room look weird.
I don’t like dark rooms to me they freak me out and i am not very fond of the dark I’ve seen way to much and i wont be in the dark! I am not going in the dark;no; I won’t do it; no way; never!
A darkroom is uncool…….it’s not weird but, it’s just that I believe in a world where evil doesn’t exist. But it’s peaceful!
I hate that you people can’t post fast enough josh hurry up will yallllllllllll.
Gosh I still can’t post!!!!!>:|
I will have my revenge!!!!!
darkrooms are made for developing photos from old cameras. Some photographers use them because it makes the pictures better. But now we have computers and photoshop.
Photography! Darkroom has been used ever since the historic days of photography…though loosing its importance and popularity now…but why does this depress me…I don’t want to give that a thought..nah…I too have interest in photography and i need to really take it up seriously this time…only because I want it..no other reason…
darkrooms are very scary! they are all black and stuff. you could run into something. maybe even fall over. which i dont think any of us like. well i dont like falling over. i dont know about you. darkrooms are all scary. they are very,very dark! i dont exactly like dark rooms. cause well my best friend always jumps on me when i go into a dark room its not cool!!!!!!
I went into the darkroom to develop my pictures. As I waited I became bored and thought it was time to catch up on over due home work. Photography is my life and lately i’ve been distracted from school.
although often times i find myself in a dark room, i cannot imagine what a bright room would be like. these thoughts penetrate my every action and the bright room, which is supposed to be desirable, is now the problem, the virus.
I suppose getting closer to my subconcious is now the only thing I do want.
i think creature and mice. i think about things crawling around that you dont know about. i think about sadness, thoughts, eyes are closed, something is out there, there are secrets thought about
It’s dark. But I’m not upset, I find peace within the darkness. It allows me to think, and imagine. It allows what can’t be seen to be filled with my imagination and thought. I am at peace.
A darkroom. It feels like that. I’m stuck in this place where inspiration and happiness is rare, nothing too look at, nothing to see. When it comes, I try and hang on to it; try and memorize how I got there, but I can’t. It’s gone the moment it come and I don’t understand why, then I end up being even more frustrated with everything, mostly at myself. I don’t understand.
it’s not much just a musty place. A place where I used to hide but how can you be hidden when you’re so found. I used to put candy under my pillow there. I once had a boy sneak through my room there. Now all I can think about is the fact that he invaded my space there. This isn’t where I wanted to keep secrets that I wish to forget. This is where I wanted you to stay out.
Darkroom. Scented with chemicals. Pictures of that smile. That fake smile that may never disappear from that page. It was that one millisecond when the camera captured your teeth showing. The reality, however, shows us something different. You’re scared and sad, just like very single one of us.
The street from below was terrorizing y dreams with it’s taunting of noises of the night. I shuffled in my bed until my head couldn’t stand the pressure any further. I jolted upright only to find myself all alone in my darkroom.
Dark room.
Depression.
Closed in.
Cold. Alone. Tired.
Scared.
Anxious.
Let me out of this hole in the world,
this darkness is taking over my mind,
my soul and my heart,
are trapped,
in this dark, dark room.
The darkroom is where we develop.
Our thoughts, images, ideas.
From every negative comes a positive.
Black and white is best, though
Life is rarely that way.
Without colour, life would be monochrome.
He quickly shut the door behind him as he heard the sound of footsteps running past the door. Someone told one of the persons to go right, the other left. It was too dark to see, his eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. He felt around and felt nothing but stone and mortar.
It was hard to see. My vision blurred slightly from the tears that were forming as the pictures finally found light. Benny and another woman.
fear..sadness..gothic..tears..I juST CANT SEE ANYTHING..no body here…light back please…
alone, night, just thoughts. me and myself. wondering. asleep? dreams. waiting. when will morning come? plain. silence.
dark rooms are very scary and i do not want to be in one, suspicious stuff will go on. Harry potter takes place in dark rooms;therefore, i do not want to be in one. It’s possible voldemort will take our lives. so.. no dark rooms for us please. bright rooms are where it’s at.
The colors were stripped from my sight. Lost in the world of darkness, I lie on the stone floor, blinking back my tears.
In this dark room there is nothing but myself. I have nothing to give but myself in this dark room. And there he is, the light, the sunshine of my eyes. I don’t know him. FUCK. I wish he was here to talk me through the darkness. I need to find the light switch and he is my guide. I’m in love. Fuck it, I’m in love….
Photography inspired the darkroom that was created. Revealing lightness in the photos …the irony of the medium. Solitude, as I coaxed photos of places and people to keep me company as I wait …in the dark.
Photographs–half developed, with a bright red light…which is weird since its a darkroom.
I walked into that room knowing nothing about it.
I heard voices telling me that if I turned on a light they’d end me right then and there. But just for fun, I switched on the flashlight in my pocket and asked, “You mean like this?”
“Stop!” A man screeched. “Don’t you dare!”
“You mean you don’t want me to pull out my flashlight and ruin your pretty pictures like this?”
The shadows on the wall saw it all, this is what happens when the dark underestimates the power of light.
I was sitting there, I couldn’t see a thing. The darkness consumed every fiber of my being. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe. The light was at some other place, i could not think of how to reach it. My fingers grasped at nothing and my life passed before my eyes.
The smell of the developer instantly made his member turgid as he subconsciously remembered the many women he had known intimately in the darkroom.
This is not good. I’m in a dark room and I’m afraid of the dark. In many instances evil lurks in darkness. But How is darkness usually associated with fear, and evil when one of the most beautiful things takes place in darkness. A child within the womb.
was the most peaceful time ever. I loved spending time in there up until someone walked in. It was nice to create something out of nothing. the way pictures just showed up on that blank piece of paper. and it was quiet and peaceful. just me and my thoughts. not in a creepy lonely suicidal way though. so that was nice. me and my thoughts.
My camera had hung around my neck for years, I took it everywhere I went. But until today, I was always incapable of removing the lens, of snapping a single photograph that I would consider beautiful enough to look upon.
Everything it absorbs draws on light.
I told him my lips were like a pair of florescent flamingos.
Then I laughed at him in the dark.
“Come and find me.”
she entered the darkroom to develop the snaps of the lady murdered brutally last night…she was sure the photographs would def give some clue….never knowing what awaited inside…she was so engrossed in her work that she failed to notice that a hooded figure was standing behind her…she felt his breath…she was shocked to death…she turned to hit him…but alas she was helpless….she cudn’t see a thing…she felt weak…she was overjoyed…it was Ron kissing her…it was their anniversary…she forgot the lady…she loved ROn with all her heart, oblivious of the fact that Ron was there to het rid of all the evidences against him…if required even her
photos light by red light in a small room, photos everywhere, hanging on strings, people, animals, buildings, abandoned. alone, quiet, solitary. still. alone. alone. always alone.
I was sitting in the darkroom. There was a shadow behind me. Except there wasn’t because there are no shadows in a darkroom. Or so I had thought…. I walked up to the mysterious shadow, intrigued by what I had seen. It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t a photo enlarger. What was it? It was hidden under a heavy duty cloth. Was it a statue? There was only one way to find out.
well there once was a very darkroom that had been empty for several years. it lay at the back of the house off the side of the garage. today it stayed locked and the owners pretended to forget about it.
the scary night came along and i didnt know what to do, the rocking chair began to move and all i could see was the color from my eyes shine back at me through the mirror. i could hear every little noise throughout the entire house. i heard the mouse run though the walls and the creek of the floor board when someone was up and walking. there was a slight brightness coming from underneath my door, as if someone was up or walking through the house. my room had always been the darkest room.
Darkrooms are used are cool and kinda freaky.The red light makes the room look weird.
a dark room is not very fun to adventure in. If you want to eliminate one you have to turn the lights on. Then its not so dark anymore.
I don’t like dark rooms to me they freak me out and i am not very fond of the dark I’ve seen way to much and i wont be in the dark! I am not going in the dark;no; I won’t do it; no way; never!
A darkroom is uncool…….it’s not weird but, it’s just that I believe in a world where evil doesn’t exist. But it’s peaceful!
I hate that you people can’t post fast enough josh hurry up will yallllllllllll.
Gosh I still can’t post!!!!!>:|
I will have my revenge!!!!!
the only place on this earth where negatives can be turned into positives.
darkrooms are made for developing photos from old cameras. Some photographers use them because it makes the pictures better. But now we have computers and photoshop.
Photography! Darkroom has been used ever since the historic days of photography…though loosing its importance and popularity now…but why does this depress me…I don’t want to give that a thought..nah…I too have interest in photography and i need to really take it up seriously this time…only because I want it..no other reason…
darkrooms are very scary! they are all black and stuff. you could run into something. maybe even fall over. which i dont think any of us like. well i dont like falling over. i dont know about you. darkrooms are all scary. they are very,very dark! i dont exactly like dark rooms. cause well my best friend always jumps on me when i go into a dark room its not cool!!!!!!
I went into the darkroom to develop my pictures. As I waited I became bored and thought it was time to catch up on over due home work. Photography is my life and lately i’ve been distracted from school.
Dark rooms are where photos are processed into more than black and sepia film strips. They become art well depending on the quality of the picture.