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Iris. Eureka Cortez had a black camcorder named Iris. For her, Iris was not just a camera but a companion, a witness. A witness of the moments held by those people she tapes. Who is this girl, really? Why does she also have a camera named Iris? Iris, to think of, is a fitting name for a camera. She can’t be the real Eureka of ‘A Starless Night’ can she?
“Hey, Luke right? Could I have Iris, I mean my camera back? My flow of thoughts was disrupted. I gave her the black camera and then she clenched it like it was some sort of a mechanical teddy bear. My legs felt numb so I sat on my bed. Now she is standing right in front of me fiddling her camera.
“You said you were from Cavite is that correct?”
“Just wait a moment.” She flicked open the screen of her camera and aimed it right at me. A little red light glows right beside the lens of it.
“Are you recording?” I asked. My voice sounded deep and weird. Good. Now I am feeling conscious about how I sound.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because this is memory. The first day we’ve met. I want to record it so when we want to look back to it, we would not feel amnesiac about it. We could just watch it.”
“Okay? But I don’t think we would come to that point.”
“Really? I fear that you are mistaken. Want to bet about it?”
“No. I don’t bet” Really I don’t bet. I am the worse in the field of betting. Like they say the outcome was really obvious yet I fail to bet it.
“Excuses” She shook her head sideways, like a sign of disapproval. “So, what is it?”
“Huh? What is what?”
“Your question, what is it?”
Oh yeah, I forgot about my question. “You were from Cavite, right?”
“So this is like an interview, huh? Well yes, as I have said before.”
“Yeah this is an interview. But somehow reverse.”
“Reverse?” she tilted her head just like a puppy would look like when it is confused. Strands of her black hair covered her left eye.
“Reverse because even though I am the one who interviews you, I am the one who gets to be filmed.”
“Right. But the one who yields the camera is forbidden to be seen by it.”
“Why?”
“You have a lot of question Mr. Interviewer.”
“That is why this is called an interview” I sheepishly smiled at her to make a point.
She sighed and brushed her hair away from her face. At the gleam of the light, I noticed that her hair has a tint of brown in it. “Man, it is hot in here. One sec.” she said placing Iris on my study table just across my bed. Iris is still focused to me though. She then began to remove her gray hoodie revealing a loose blue shirt that says ‘NEVER GIVE UP’ in bold letters. I felt awkward looking at her change clothes. Now she is wearing all blue.
“Shall we continue?” I asked. Now I began to feel the hotness all of a sudden. My shirt at the chest area has already accumulated sweat.
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The Conspiration of The Universe (Published under Cloak Pop Fiction)
ParanormalThe Conspirations of the Universe is a story about Luke Monasterio, a book hugger and a fan boy, who had recently had his heart broken by his girlfriend. He thought that the Universe hated him and so he took refuge to his all-time favorite book, A S...
