Deadly flash
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Samantha a young photographer is given an old camera that may hold something haunting on the inside of her pictures

Deadly flash Chapter 1 Prelude and chapter 1

"Hi, and welcome to my antique store, as you can see I have an abundance of goods, from normal knick nacks, to more... unique objects, all of this are, as the name of the store implies "lost memories", once held dearly by their formers owners, the objects gathered here after they were forgotten, I can see it in your face, now now, don't be shy, why don't you take a set? I am going to tell you a story, about what you ask? right, how about this? I know I know but let me tell you this camera was used by a girl an inspired artist, she came one day excited about my collection of cameras, and this one

caught her eye, the story this object holds is very interesting" flash "so how about it? want to know more? that's the spirit, let's start then.

Chapter 1

"Come on Sam Will be late if we don't get on the next bus!" said Jasper as he was walking faster to the bus stop, the cold winter air passed through me lifting my hair gently, "I know Jasper", I adjusted my paste to his "but I have to remind you that you were the one that oversleeps not me", I started painting, I'm not on the best condition, what can I say I'm an artist not the star of the football team, "yeah, that may be right Sam but still will be in trouble if we miss the test we have on the first class... I think I see the bus come on just one more push RUN" Jasper broke into a quick sprint in a matter of seconds he closed the gap to the stop, "Ja... jasper wait I ca.. can´t..." I felt my leg twisting, and I started to fall I closed my eyes waiting for the pain of the crash... but it never came instead I felt soft fabric and beads, "ha?", "oh dear are you okey that was a nasty fall you almost had", "I think I twisted my ankle, thank you ma'am am...", "name is Olivia honey", she giggled a little, the lady was dressed in a nice dress a little bit out dated the dress covered must of her body, and the printing was gorgeous, she seemed like she just came out of a history book, everything form her dark long hair tie into a pony tail, to her jewelry and shoes screamed vintash, "say miss, you seem interested in my attire considering you haven stop eyeing it", she giggled again, I could feel my face warming up an I knew I was blushing, "oh... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare, it´s just your look is so...", "vintash?, yeah I get that a lot, you see I'm the owner of an antique store", she helped me to get to the bus stop and on the way she continue talking, "I move recently, and open the store not too long ago, you seem to be running late so here", she pulled a card form a pocket in her dress, it was jet black with golden borders and lettering it read -Lost Memoirs, we have an item for everyone-, "you and your friend over there can come to the store that add is not a lie my store has something for everyone, would you be interested miss?", "Oh right my name is Samantha, sure sounds interesting maybe after classes are done we´ll go check it out", "wonderful Samantha, have a nice day and be careful with that ankle", she waved and then she walked away she seemed like a nice person, I was dumbfounded until the voice of Jasper snapped me back into reality, "earth to Sam, hey who was the weirdo?", "she wasn't a weirdo she helped me get up after I fall, you know something a friend would do instead of running ahead?", "yeah sorry about that, I thought the bus was here but I was wrong, come on, could you forgive this lovely young man, Samantha you highness?", "Come one, cut it out" I started laughing, jasper always knows how to make me laugh in almost any situation, we waited for a little bit and the bus showed up, I told him about Olivia and her store, "odd is there people that still buy antiques in stores?, I believe those things were done by internet nowadays", "jasper many people like antiques, she also say that she has something for everyone", "puff like it's so difficult knowing what you´ll go see first", Jasper said "you´ll go right to the section where this lady has her old timeie cameras and go wild", he started to imitate a monkey going berserk "JASPER, that's not funny", "but am I wrong?", "monkey, yes, going to see the camaras, you are right about that," I said while elbowing him on the side, "auch, okay, but you are going alone", "what? you are not coming?" "Sorry Sam but I have things to do I can't go to check out this Lady´s store with you, just take a picture with an old camera and send it to me with your phone camara", he started laughing as the bus came to an end we arrived at the campus and headed to or class room, suddenly having a test firs thing wasn't so bad the promise of a new camara was going to keep me in high spirits until the end of the day or so I hoped, funny, if I knew the tragedy that was about to be unfolded I will have never go to see the store.

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