Tech Director Extrodrinare
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Joined: 10-November 07
In line with this weeks theme, description, here's an exercise aimed at all the different senses that are used in the human body, and how they relate when writing a post.
1. Choose a scenario from the list below.
2. Then, under the heading of each of the senses, write a paragraph of at least four complete sentences that describes what is happening to your character for that sense only. Do this for all senses listed.
3. Then, write out your post incorporating the information you already listed for each sense.
Note, you don't need to use every little bit of information you write down in your final post. But the more description you can put into it, the better your overall post will be.
- Your character falls into the Korrowi Creek.
- Your character cuts, and eats the first piece of birthday cake.
- Your character recieves their first kiss in the Eureka Hall.
- Your character explores Bill Mackey's farmhouse.
Your character falls into the Korrowi Creek.
First visions are of walking along the creek, with a group of students. Gum trees, bushland all around... the creek flowing muddily to the left, and watching the retreating figure of a friend up ahead. Then, a sudden blur as focus is lost, the creek comes rushing up. Water drops, and suddenly the world is a dark, muddy brown.
Rocks push up into feet while walking, the ground is rough underneath and long grass whips bare legs as they walk through. Shoulders are sweaty, the sun beats down through the gap in trees, the straps of a dress rub uncomfortably. Suddenly, a dull jab in the back pushes towards the creek, pain as knees hit the rough ground on the way down. More pain landing on a submerged log, soaked to the bone with water in eyes.
The smell of eucalyptus in the air is strong, as well as the smell of rain just gone. A heady, grassy/muddy smell, of creek water and yabbies. Faint smoke smell in the distance, probably a farmer burning off before fire bans. A whiff of strong perfume, before the nose fills with water from the creek.
A slight taste of garlic, coming back from the garlic bread eaten for lunch. Chocolate now, snuck from a back pocket. Mint follows, as tends to with choc-mint products. But the taste is lost with the yabby-y taste of creek water.
Kookaburras laugh in the distance, the sound of bushland creatures is soft, but ever present. Nearby, the creek gurgles it's path through the bush, heading down a soft incline. The crunching of grass underfoot, footsteps getting louder from behind, a dull thud and a splash.
Peace with the bush, a calming effect from the serene surroundings. Annoyance that there are so many people there destroying an otherwise perfect moment. Hunger, it's been a long time since lunch. Satisfaction, chocolate should fix that. Surprise, the shock of being pushed. Discomfort, suddenly being wet and muddy. Anger, for whoever did this.
As Adele walked along Korrowi Creek, she couldn't help but enjoy the peace the bush offered. The birds singing in the distance, the smell of the eucalypts, the burbling creek beside her. Though it was hot, it was difficult to miss the absolute beauty of isolation. It was a concept she didn't feel the students understood, and it annoyed her to see them walking along, bored out of their brains. Couldn't they understand? Why didn't they see it? As her fingers curled into a fist, she knew she was being irrational, and the heat was getting to her once again. She adjusted the straps of her dress, which had become sweaty and was clinging to her shoulders... and she realised she was hungry.
How long had it been since dinner? Too long. Way too long. She sought her back pocket, fumbling around for a melted chocolate she'd left there earlier. It oozed under her fingers, but never could Adele resist such a treat. She popped it into her mouth, and kept walking. The air had a smoky tinge to it now, she assumed someone to be burning off... or Mackey's woodstove again. Though why he would have it going in this sort of weather was beyond her.. the bush was baking, even after the sudden rain it had got this morning. She could still smell it. There was nothing quite like the smell of rain on sunbaked ground.
The sound of footsteps behind came closer, and faster. She frowned... who in their right mind would run in this heat? A sudden push in her lower back gave her the answer. If not who, at least why. She fell first to her knees, scraping along the rough rocks, her pale legs scratching easily and painfully before landing in the cool water. Her leg landed on a submerged log. Underwater, she resisted the urge to scream, and fought her way to the surface, her eyes accusing and looking for her tormentor...
'What on earth did you do that for?' she snapped, spitting the foul tasting creek water out in all directions.