Once again, I find myself having to pull the rewind cord and kick the old bean into action. So I pulled out one of my favorite thought-provoking books for descriptive writing and drawing.
Lesson one: Stimulate the senses. Go to your local drugstore and ask for external birth control devices. Hold it!! Oops wrong book! Sorry..do over.
Close your eyes. Have someone pass you a piece of fruit. (Grab one yourself if need be.) Feel it, slowly moving it around your hand and fingers. Smell it. Be brave and take a bite. If you are adventurous, don’t even peel it, if applicable. All the while, as you are doing this, express what your senses are picking up. Write in as much detail as possible what you felt, smelt and dealt.
Next use a piece of plastic film and repeat the sense stimulation. Except for the biting part, naturally.
Next use something that is mushy, squishy and possibly gross. (I used a cold used tea bag.) Repeat the process. Biting into it is optional. 🙂
Looking back over your notes, did you find any similarities? What words could you interchange for the ones you have written. Exchange at least five of them.
Finally, write a short story or poem using at least three – quarters of those words.
There it is – challenge number one. Any takers?
My fuit was a grape (sorry Raani!) described as smooth, slick, cool, pungent, mildewy, pliable, sweet, tangy
Plastic wrap described as cold, slimy, slippery, plastic scent, squishy, tough and strong.
I chose a used tea bag for the third part and described it as cold, mushy, spongy, strong smell, floral, mint, woodsy, wet, rough.
The five words I have to find synonyms for are:
1) cool/cold – nippy 2)strong – brawny 3) slick/slimy – mucky 4) pungent/woodsy – poignant 5) pliable/mushy – malleable
Quick Story: The wind sent the nippy air directly to my nostrils, freezing those tiny hairs and sealing the passage. If only there were another way to get back to the van that was stuck in that mucky mess left by yesterdays thaw. My moccasins were caked with the mud frm that malleable muck, making my journey seem endless as I slipped and slid along the way.
I could swear that I saw headlights coming this way, but I think it was just a passing fantasy. Out of the blackness, a shiny, sleek vehicle slipped past me. No headlights, but it was definately driving by. I turned slowly, my heart sinking as it cruised past, when the brake lights shone, almost winking back to me. My body followed my head as I cautiously awaited the next moment.
A brawny looking man stepped out of the vehicle, the interior light softly showing his mass. A poignant smell of pot followed the air currents. What was I in for, I wondered. I swallowed hard as he asked what I was doing walking way out here. I explained my dilema. He offered me a ride to the van and said he would help assess the situation. Despite the warning bells that were echoing in my brain, I accepted. It was that or freeze to death and become supper for some varmit.
We hadn’t travelled far when he light up a joint. He offered me a toke and I refused. I told him I was too cold and that would worsen things for me. No offense was taken. You know, I had confidence in his driving, but I had to ask why he was not using his headlights. Looking for ’em, is what he answered. I don’t know what ’em was, but he said that you can’t miss ’em in the dark. They come at you quickly and then it’s game over.
I was beginning to think that the pot was getting the best of him. Then, off to my left, there was a light. It was fast and it was humming a deafening sound. It swooped up the road and then seemed to stall. Oh, here it comes, the driver said quietly. We’re done for. It only took a second.
OK it was a corny ending, but it was a flash story. What can I say? The next entry will be the second writing enhancement skill. Enjoy your night!