The Forensic Photograph

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Okay so this girl finds an old camera in her attic (and I mean OLD-old). She brings it down to her living room, googles how it works and tries taking a photo of her living room as a test. 

When she takes out the film and checks the photo, she sees her living room, but rather than the room being empty, she sees herself standing, knife in hand, over the dead, bloody body of her mother. The couch has been pushed aside and there is a spilled mug of tea on the coffee table. The living room in the picture is at sunset rather than morning (which was the current time of day), you can see the orange light floating in through the window curtains. 

She drops it out of shock and doesn't tell anyone. Freaked out, she spends most of her day in her room. Near the end of the day, her mother gets home from work. She calls her downstairs and the girl hesitantly complies. 

When she gets down, her mother asks her to help make dinner by chopping up mushrooms. The girl goes to the kitchen and begins chopping mushrooms while her mother puts her stuff down in the living room and drinks tea from her mug. 

Her mother notices to camera that the girl left in the living room when she ran upstairs and asks the girl about it. The girl freezes in shock, her eyes wide with madness. She slowly walks into the living room, squeezing the knife, eyes on the floor. 

On her way, she stumbles into the coffee table, knocking over her mom's tea. 

She looks into her mother's eyes. When she sees fear in them, she snaps, wanting the world to know that no one should be afraid of her, WHAT SHE SAW IN THE PHOTO WILL NEVER HAPPEN. 

She wants it to end. She needs it to stop - needs the world to get rid of that horrifying image she saw in the photo. 

With only thoughts of destroying all evidence of the photo's existence, she raises the knife and stabs her mother. She has to get rid of the fear in her eyes. stab. She has to get rid of the photo. stab. She has to end this cruel game. stab.


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Author's Note: Sorry if the start was weird, I had originally intended for this to be a summary of a story idea that I had gotten when a friend gave me a vague prompt, but I just kept writing and writing and before I knew it, I was writing it like a real story. I kept it like this, in its raw, original form, because I'm tired and I have swim classes in less than an hour. Someday, I'll perfect it and make it longer and hopefully, make it good enough to even be published as a physical book!! Probably won't happen, but I have high hopes. 

Any short story prompts/ideas in the comments are appreciated,  and I promise I will write every one of them (unless this blows up, in which case I'll write as many as I can).

Thank you so much for reading.

-INeverSawAnything

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