Karla Campos
Stories (4/0)
The Camera in the Attic
She finds the old camera in the attic, tucked into a heavy trunk covered in dust and filled with all sorts of junk. The camera, clunky and old with its silver bits, was in a similar condition as the rest of the items. They’re strange things, those vintage film cameras, like otherworldly machines, brought here by travelers from some alien planet, familiar yet unknown.
By Karla Campos6 months ago in Fiction
where are you.
If ever we were to decide to be one, as we are meant to be, would I have to find you or would you come find me? And where do you think you would find me? Do you even think you could? How far would you go to try and see me? To track down the places I have been to, to follow me down those dark and lonely roads. Would you dare follow me into this darkness? This cave with no day and no light. Would you fall into eternal darkness and live under a starless sky? Just to come find me.
By Karla Campos2 years ago in Poets