When I was a little girl, as most children, I was obsessed with fairy tales. Yet it seems fairy tales have changed throughout the centuries. They used to be cautionary tales to warn of the dangers in life; but now Disney churns out fairy tales primarily based on love. These stories romanticize how we view relationships; leading to dangerous ideas about how we view our love lives. I was raised on Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. These stories filled me with a longing to find my own Prince Charming, no matter the cost.
The title image does not do justice of how terrifying this story actually was. Let’s just say, I’m never going into a cave again. If you’ve ever been in a cave, or if you’ve seen The Descent, or As Above, So Below, you probably understand how unsettling caves are. On a trip to Minneapolis to visit friends, we decided to go up to St. Paul to explore a cave system.
I’ve always been passionate about photography. Especially black and white darkroom photography. There’s something intriguing about the way film catches a moment in time, and then everything keeps moving. Photography wasn’t always so readily available. Nowadays everybody has their hands on a way to take photos, but in high school when all I had was a flip phone, I enjoyed using analog film.
The hazy winter sky of Winston blushed, as the sun set. Winston was a small unincorporated community smack-dab in the middle of Kentucky, where nothing much happened at all. Decrepit farms littered the margins, and at the town’s center stood a baptist church, with a cemetery in the back. There was also a gas station, a small grocery store, and a burger joint. If you needed something else, you had to go to Lexington.
"I didn't even want to come to this party Hannah, why did I let you convince me it was a good idea." Jane said, giving her friend a playful shove.
Desire leaves you hungry, and I was starving for a blockbuster summer romance. I had just turned seventeen, school started in two weeks, and nothing at all had happened this summer. I mean Jamie and I had seen Friday the 13th a billion times at the movie theatre. I did go to summer camp at the YMCA, and dad rented a beach house for my birthday.