Polaroids and picket fences

Polaroids and picket fences

  • WpView
    Reads 7
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 15, 2016
He's just an exchange student interested in dance and culture. She's just an honour student with a camera in her bag. Nothing more than a big dreaming teen looking for the brighter side of life. Two teenagers meet and are always some how drawn back to each other. Will these coincidences lead to something more? When she's hit by a car and he's handed a ticket home, what are they to do in that situation? "It's a Polaroid camera," she said as she inspected it's fine details from her frozen, pink finger tips, "the pictures come out instantly." She held the camera too her eye and pressed the shutter faster than ever before, her hands jittery from the sudden interaction with a stranger. "Here," she passed over the slow setting photo and span on her heel whilst his voice echoed from behind her, calling her back and asking more questions. She sped up just as her heart rate had in that short encounter. 'Not again.' She whispered, 'please not again.'
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Love... Not Romance [BoyxBoy]
  • High For Him
  • A Kiss for Maya
  • ᭙𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ꫝ𝑒 𝑆𝑡ᥲ𝑟𝑠⭑
  • The Corner Store
  • Til' You Kissed Me
  • I Will Save You ✔
  • COINCIDENCE(a story on friendship, love and craziness) Wattys 2019 ✓
  • • YOUR • VISION •
  • The Patterson Polaroids

Everything started the night before we moved out of our town. I decided to take a late night swim at the lake I love the most. It was sort of a goodbye, a way to somehow wash the pain brought about by my parents' divorce, but then he appeared. As I was floating in the lake, watching the moon and the stars, I heard a noise in the water, and as I turned my head, I saw this guy drowning. I saved him, I brought him back to life, and then... I kissed him and fell in love with him. Things changed after that one stolen kiss. I ran away, and I never thought that I would see him once again, but I did. Little did I know that the moment we meet again, my life would never be the same. This is a story, of how I learn what love really is, of how I came to accept it, of how I came to fight for it. This is not a story about romance. It's way more than that. This is a story where love, family, and little bit of mystery collides. This is a story about my love.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines