Hearing, Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch
Traditionally those are the five senses. I thought it would be a fun change of pace to do a mini-series on The Senses.
In novel writing I try to involve all your (the reader’s) senses. Today I want all of us to begin building a story together. One by one, we’ll use all the senses. More about that in a minute…
That’s not all. I’m inviting all you bloggers to join this mini-series with me and post about the senses. If you’d be so kind, link back to my post.
Wait, there’s more! With each of these posts I’m asking you to please leave a comment with one or two words that my image-prompt for the featured sense brings to your mind. (Not the vintage ad here, but the train below.)
Now calm down; I’ll explain. At the end of the mini-series, I plan to use your “sense comments” to build a spontaneous story. So it’s important that you play along each week.
To begin this mini-series, I will select the sense of — hearing.
Part 1 — Hearing
All the senses can work together. Descriptions of sounds can help readers see your story. For example, here’s a snippet from Atonement, Tennessee. I’ve shared it before. I told this from Ralda Lawton’s point of view. She was in a position where she could not see what was happening, but she could hear. This happens early in the novel, before Ralda knows about any of the “supernaturals” in the town. She’s just moved, and her cat gets outside. Of course she follows the calico — to the cemetery.
I was sheltered by a big clump of tall bushes of some sort. I thought they might be mountain laurel. I could see the broad side of the mausoleum from there. Shadows lurched violently against the stone crypt. Big shadows. Reflexively I drew back into the concealing vegetation. Then I heard a loud avian-like screech and realized that the shadow shapes might have been wings. My heart hammered.The noise escalated. It definitely sounded like more than one creature was causing that ruckus. Then I heard the cat hiss.
I dropped the box of food I had brought to lure Lilith back, and ran toward the sounds; ready to use the flashlight as a club, and wishing I had something more effective. “Lilith!” I called. Oh, let’s face it — I screamed!
As I ran out form the concealing mountain laurel a gust of wind buffeted me. I tripped and fell on the uneven pavers of the path, just as the wind blew my hair, along with some dirt, into my eyes. I couldn’t see at all for a moment, but I heard a lot of heavy rustling, scraping, shifting sounds.
Every time I thought I had half way cleared my eyes, the wind blew something into them again. I struggled to my feet, desperately wiping my stinging eyes. I heard soft footsteps coming toward me.
Now it’s your turn. Focus on the image below. Really look at it. Imagine yourself inside that image. Look at the locomotive, the weeds. Touch the surface of the metal. Sniff the air. Now, with only a couple of words, leave a comment and tell me what you hear.
What did you hear?
Open Invitation: If this inspired you to just write something or otherwise create anything according to the sense featured today, that’s even better! If you want, you can use the comments to leave a link to your story or blog post. Kindly link back to this post if you blog about what you wrote, cooked, painted, or photographed.
Thanks for visiting.
Here’s a Teagan update — the “snow storm of historic proportions.” For those of you in other countries, or on the west coast USA, this news video (recorded Friday midday) shows the scope; just how big this storm is: https://gma.yahoo.com/everything-know-weekends-snow-storm-155411977–abc-news-topstories.html#
2:30PM Teagan Update — Here’s my COVERED front porch (covered as in roof that should have kept it from being covered by snow. That’s all my back could manage… At this rate I’ll be to the sidewalk in June. My car will be dug out next year.
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