The Last Photo
By: Nicolette Paul
"It's been almost a year since I first noticed a
full moon well round and shinning deep on my
face. I guess I am lucky to notice this once
again. The memory of that night was one of the
most tragic events of my life."
Dark walls, dirty floors and lonely nights, this
are my best friend ever since that happened.
Torn photos from that black album are
scattered on the floor. Shadows, bloodstains
and Rose are still fresh in my head. The
reminder of that night always makes me wept.
"I'm sorry!" Crying as I was holding this old
black album, inside it is the last remaining
photo that I didn't torn. "I'm sorry!"
[ - - - ]
I'm a graduating photography student. I
have a passion in photography; yes I'm good
at taking photos especially weird and
unusual things. I capture photos that are
unique and can be seen mostly on my
room's walls. Whenever my friends,
classmates and relatives went to our house
for a visit, probably they would skip my
room or nevertheless afraid of my room
because of the pictures that are on my room
walls.
I often take pictures at night; usually I go to
places where weird things happen. A place
where a recent crime scene took place, an
abandoned house or maybe a cemetery,
that's where my camera flashes a lot. I'm
not saying that I have the talent but when
you see one of my pictures surely you'll
have a goose bumps and a cold going down
on your spine.
It's 6:00 PM that night when I was on my
way to an abandoned cemetery near a
hospital. I was lucky enough to have my
boyfriend as my partner in my passion of
