Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Totally Tuesday

Hello everyone! I don't know about the rest of you, but I had so much fun with the writing exercise Jenni did on Saturday that I spent this morning looking for a different one that we could have fun with today.

So, here is your mission, should you choose to accept it:
Write a 150-200 word description of a place. You can use any and all sensory descriptions but sight: you can describe what it feels like, sounds like, smells like and even tastes like. Try to write the description in such a way that people will not miss the visual details.

Here is mine:
The sun warms me inside and out. Happy sounds of children at play soothe my heart. Sweat trickles down my neck, cooled only by the motion of the air over my skin. The soft sand flows like a hot river, up and over my toes with each step. My every heartbeat conforms to match the rhythm of the waves as my ears fill with the sound of the tumbling water. Walking forward, I feel the rough, sandy waves cool my blistering feet. My mouth fills with the air's salty taste. Plunging my entire body into the cool tide, my muscles strain to move against the surging water. The ocean tosses me about with no effort, like a child playing with a bath toy.

For me, at least, it was much harder than it sounded--but way fun too! Enjoy, I can't wait to hear about the places you will show us.

Candice wrote:

Andi felt like she had just been buried alive in a tomb. Every fiber in her body cried out in protest against the suffocating darkness. The claustrophobia engulfed her like a heavy blanket, but it couldn’t keep out the cold air that raised bumps on her skin and felt as though it were settling into her very bones. Her body shook from the cold and the effort of holding in a scream that was bubbling up in her throat. But the only thing that broke the silence was rapid, shallow breathing. The sound bounced off solid, rock walls and back to her sensitive ears.

Jenni Attempts:

I am all alone. Thankfully. The room is still steamy from my husband, and I can see beads of streaked water on the mirrors. The tile is hard and flat beneath me, but I don’t care. Through the walls I can hear the muffled screeches of children as the yargue and contend with one another. Soon a louder, deeper voice joins them. Quickly I reach up with one hand and click the lock in place. Now even if they do find me, they can’t get in. With a sigh I grasp my dry towel, yank it from the wall and roll it up, placing it beneath my head and the hard tiled surface. As I bring my knees up and set the book I had stashed in my basket on them, I smile. Bliss. If not completely silent, then at least there is peace, finally.

Nikki says...

The room rang with excitement and murmured conversations. She knew this was the part the youth looked forward to every year. The white elephant gift exchange. Every year the twenty or so teenagers would invite time experienced people such as herself for a dinner then a gift exchange. It was always the same for her, people would ooo and ahhh over a gift she couldn't see. Often she had no idea what it was that had been opened, but she could always tell if it was a good one. The vibe in the room changed when a really sought after prize was revealed. She would hear the subtle intake of breaths, then the calamity of voices competing for the opportunity to say why they deserved it the most. She would store the information in her mind remembering the name of the holder of the gift. She smiled as she realized that most of the youth there pitied her lack of sight, but they knew nothing about her spidey sense. It was her turn to reveal her gift, already knowing by the feel that it was a package of pens. Using her best line she said, "Gee, I hope it's not a flashlight!"

Whew that was hard!! Thanks for the exercise it was fun.


  1. Ack! Candice that made my heart race! LOL good job!

  2. Thanks Jenn! Yours transported me to a fabulous beach!

  3. Ooo! Good ones gals. :) I agree with Jenn, Candice's gave me the creeps (and that's good!)



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