The final day of photography101… ‘Triumph’.
Word.
“She stood up, and picked up the nearest cylinder and held it between her hands. It hypnotised her just as it did many years ago, the clear glass filled with spiralling tendrils of time, almost whispering from within.”
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Day 19 of photography101… ‘double’.
Staring Contest.
The glint of his eye glistened as mine flickered, the ink of his pupils darted where mine dashed, and the lids of his eyes shuddered as mine shivered. This was not a contest for the timorous.
Day 18 of photography101… “Edge”
Death Sentence.
Every now and again the glass would chime from the fluttering of limbs as he realised he was still incarcerated.
Day 17 of photography101… “glass”.
Who’s the fairest?
Despite the 24 carat hue in the distance, the darkness was coming.
Day 16 of Photography101… “Treasure”.
Fortune.
The gong chimed, a bellowing command came from above, and from all corners they scuttled up the stairs, past the boxed bugs and through the dinosaur bones, onto the streets of Oxford. He hadn’t seen me. I stood looking over the curiosity filled cabinets and antique occupied closets, entirely alone with millions of years of treasure.
Day 15 of photography101… “landscape.”
Hunt.
I edged lower into the rows of grain, willing the ground to be tight-lipped as it clicked beneath every movement of my limbs. A cracking resonated with every footstep he took. I froze just as his shins appeared above the kernels touching my forehead.
Day 14 of photography101… “Swarm”.
26.2
The asphalt rolled under every stride, a convey belt of monotony if it wasn’t for the reason he took each footstep.
Day 13 of photography101… “Moment”.
Inferno.
He was shrouded by the inky hues of the dead of night, until he emanated from the shadows, a chilling inferno to anyone who dared to consider his presence.
Day 12 of photography101… “Architecture”.
Watching.
He had seen his type before. There were hordes before him and there would be masses to come. Their footsteps, they journeys, their sins… he witnessed them all from his stone pedestal.
Day 11 of photography101… “Pop of Colour”
Amber.
Golden fields rolled across the valleys, spitting up amber dust into the air whenever the wind blowed.
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