Stories Photo Novels & Stories

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

“I forgot to ask you something. What happened between Christabel and Jeff? It seemed as though they had some sort of bad blood between them.” “It's not in my place to tell you what transpired between them. I just hope that they settle it soon.” “Oh, okay. Let's take a picture.“ "You know I don't like taking pictures, Sarah.” I rolled my eyes ”But you post your pictures on I*******m right? Just one please.” I pouted. He laughed. “Okay, fine. Bring your phone.” "Uhh, no. let's use your phone. I love the camera quality of your phone.”

"Sasa! This is the trendiest photo studio right now—super popular! Let’s take some pictures!" Sarah nodded. This was a newly opened photography studio in East Coast, different from ordinary ones. Instead of just sample portraits, its exterior wall displayed candid shots of landscapes and people, captured by the photographers at random. While Scarlett picked out a style, Sarah’s gaze drifted toward the photo wall. Most were scenic shots, but among them were about a dozen portraits. She examined them one by one—until her eyes suddenly stopped on a familiar scene. A café. A particular booth near a decorative screen.

I said and he nodded "I can't believe this.. I can't believe this" Yesterday I got a call from one of my grandfather's friends. He has a photography exhibition every month and he's a really famous photographer named Kalahan Roger. He's the photographer of Victoria Secret , Elle USA and he is often called to work in Paris. He is a fashion photographer but not only that.. He's a National Geographic Photographer too There's a competition 3 months ago where us photographers could submit 3-5 photos with a theme of Nature. I sent 5 photos and 2 got picked by himself. My photo got into the exhibition

Aiden gulped, he remembered this photo was taken in last year's summer photo shoot for one of the men's underwear brands. "I know you want me." Aiden reads the title of the story that has been read 10 million times. He could feel something very bad in this story, something he would be ashamed of for the rest of his life. ***

I stormed after him. When I passed through the entrance on the roof, which was large and well decorated as it was the main one, there was a large gallery before me. The walls were a black-blue color. And they were adorned with masterpieces. I gaped at all the beauty gathered there. Portraits, sculptures, bas-reliefs, so many different types of classical paintings. Scenes of war and love, engraved in stone o painted on canvas. It was like a personal museum. Yet, its intimate flaw, indicate that they were collected by the owner for their uniqueness, for their emotion and beauty rather than for show. And I highly doubted that Damon has so many visitors. Talking about the devil. I caught a faint

I smile. “See? Was that so hard?” “It was actually horrific.” I spend the next hour hanging photographs around her apartment while she sits on the sofa pretending not to watch me. Most of the photos are hers. Sunsets over Barcelona. Street musicians. Children playing football in narrow side streets. Couples holding hands along the waterfront. they arent a weird obsession shes got, its all blurred or photographed and designed for genuine art purposes. Every image tells a story and every story reminds me how talented she is.

She couldn't wait to explore the city of Athens, the beaches, bike tour and walk at night. The drive to The Stanley hotel was longer than they thought. But it was worth it, looking at the city through the car window was fun. They got to see so many fun things. She scanned the hotel room and It looks like a mini apartment, a scary 3D bathroom, it is the best she could ever wished for. She unzipped their luggage, pulling out her hijab while Hussain laid the praying mat for both of them, she draped over her hijab. It is the most beautiful thing to do in life with your husband, to pray together.

Oh, you're beautiful, oh, you're beautiful And there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful "How was it ?" She asked . It was amazing Josy . "Thanks" she said .There was a long moment of silence after that . I broke it by saying" the sky looks beautiful today the stars are all twinkling bright " ."Yeah, oh there look there that big bright star is my mum and that one there is my