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Creative Writing Assignment 2 (standard:non fiction, 639 words) | |||
Author: PeterFromOZ | Added: Apr 02 2011 | Views/Reads: 10221/0 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This is a creative writing class assignment 2 - using all senses. | |||
Creative Writing Assignment 2 – by Peter I was interested by this assignment, which identifies 8 senses. I immediately thought of a book, which I can't remember the title of and saw in a bookshop only last week. I went back to that bookshop today and could not find the book. Also I could not find it on their computer system. Damn. In this mysterious, small book, the author identified a number of senses, 12 I think. But I'm not sure. There is my list of the senses, which is 14 (also based on the on the list in exercise): * sound * sight * taste * smell * touch (feel) * time * space * unknown * religion / spirituality * soul * purpose * place / belonging (possibly the same as space) * love (how do you express “love” in writing without using the word “love”?). * eroticism Part One ******** [ One sentence (or para) for each sense ] The stereo was loud. Playing some nameless pop song, bopping away, with a thumping base. His arm quickly moved, quite unintentionally across the table, swiping the crystal glass and knocking it off the table. It shattered into a million pieces. Red wine spilt everywhere. He sipped at the drink. It was a chocolatey liqueur which was creamy and rich. The aroma of sizzling pork sausages and onions was beautiful. He could hardly wait. As the shard of glass entered his finger he felt a sudden sharpness of pain. It was only 2am. Another four hours before his alarm would go off. It was a very large area. All around him he could only see horizon. This was big! The jet fighter was spinning out of control, and he didn't know which way was up. “Jesus save me! For the love of Christ, save me.” I am at piece with myself, and I know that I'll go to heaven. This is what I was put here to do. This is my home. This is where I feel at ease. That's my girl, God bless her. She's a beautiful woman, why I'd love to... Part Two ******** [ A para using all senses. This was originally one big paragraph, but I thought that it naturally broke into two. ] Julie pulled on the black plastic sleeveless vest and zipped it up from navel to neck. It felt fantastic. Then she pulled on the black rubber stockings that zipped up all the way to the top of her thighs. They hugged her and felt so smooth. Jon's eyes slowly surveyed Julie from her head slowly down her curvaceous body and down her glossy black costume. Julie led him into the bedroom; it was only about three metres by four metres, and it was dominated by a four poster bed. Julie commanded Jon to disrobe, which he did almost instantly. He neatly folded his clothes on a chair in the corner. Jon didn't know quite what Julie had in store for him, but he knew that he didn't want to miss out on it, whatever it was. Julie ordered Jon onto the bed, which he did. Her voice was dulcet but firm. It was ten past noon and Julie knew that she had to be back at work by two, when her lunch would be over. Then Julie got out a length of soft, thick cotton rope, and proceeded to entangle Jon in a ritualized and precise manner. Julie began to slowly suck and nibble on Jon's ear lobe. Mmmm... the taste of clean flesh. “Thank you, God”, thought Jon. Jon loved it. And Julie knew that this was what she was meant to do. The scents of sweet jasmine oil wafted, as Jon felt it massaged into his flesh. He felt like he was a drop in an ocean of love. Tweet
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