Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Show Don't Tell
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Using Your Senses:
Situation to re-write: It was time for breakfast.
Sense: Smell/Taste
The mouthwatering smells of pancakes with bacon and maple syrup waft up the stairs to my room. My mouth waters with anticipation, I can almost taste the food. As I race down the stairs I can hear the sizzle of the bacon in the pan. I immediately run and scoop up on of the pancakes off the large stack on the corner of our mahogany kitchen bench, rolling it up and shoving every last morsel of it into my mouth. The thick sticky maple syrup slides down my throat.
Situation to re-write: It was a dark and stormy night Sense: Hear
The thunder clapped again seeming to shake the whole house. The Labrador outside continues to whine and shake insensately making a lump form in my throat, I know how he feels. There’s another clap of thunder and I feel the earth may split in two right at this instant. I am wishing for the storm to end when bold of lightning rips through the sky and lights it up like a super nova. It’s going to be a long night…
Situation to re-write: She cuddled up to her teddy bear Sense: Touch/Feel
I look inside Millie’s bedroom. She has finally cried herself out and I think she’s asleep. Millie’s curled up in a little ball her cheeks stained with tears she’s gripping her teddy so hard I feel it’s head may explode. She loves that bear it is her lifeline, her one comfort in life. It’s once mink soft fur is now scraggly and stained from too much love and smothering. She refuses to wash it so it remains one of the ugliest bears I have ever seen but she loves it and I’m am glad that she has something in this live she can love so much it is now in ruins I envy her for that.
Situation to re-write: They were walking down the street in the city Sense: Sight
The gleaming lights are blinding making me squint to the point everything is slightly fuzzy. It is like nothing I have ever need before, the lite up billboards and the soaring skyscrapers. I imagine being up at the very to of the buildings looking out over the city the cars and people running around like little ants. I come back into reality with the honk of a taxi as it almost runs me over as I cross the road, the driver screams profanities at me and flips me off. But I ignore him; I am so caught up in the beauty of this bright city. Its 10 at night but it may as well be morning with the amazing light blaring at me the way they do.