October 15, 2011

The Wall #19

Jenny MatlockToday's Saturday Centus challenge from Jenny Matlock is to use the Sensory Details Literary Device style of writing to describe this photo in 100 words.  Sensory Details means using the five senses to describe something so your reader has a better understanding of the image you're trying to convey.  How does it taste, smell, feel, look, sound?  What is your perception of what you're seeing?  How do you "feel" about the picture?  If a picture is worth a thousand words, 100 may only give you a small sense of what you're "seeing" so you'll have to use your imagination for the rest! 
Click on the button to join the challenge and read what others are saying about this picture.  So don't look at the photo until you've read the post.  Then let me know how I did....

To give you and idea of what's happening so far, I'm on a quest.  I've made a discovery, been mugged, overheard two thugs talking about killing me, thought about giving up and tried to call for help. The first 18 weeks of the story can be read here.
Here's where we ended up last week...

~That's strange. Maybe I'd dialed the wrong number. A sinking feeling crept over me. I dialed again. It was ringing!...and ringing. The television in the next room was blaring the Friday night football game. Maybe that's where he is...at the high school game. I let it ring a long time before hanging up.


I sat by the window looking out at the meandering downs, gentle hills and majestic mountains. The cool rains had brought out the fall colors. Everything was blanketed in a patchwork covering with dusky purple edges where the heather faded.

I waited about an hour and dialed again.

No answer.~

And so continues the saga of The Wall...

~ I'll try again later.


I decided to take a walk...not far.


No contact from the thugs who stole the key.


In an overgrown grove of trees, shadowed by heavy green boughs, stood a lonely, weatherbeaten house. It's unpainted lap siding curled and sagged. The porch floor had fallen through, it's boards worn with time. Cement blocks propping the corners looked out of place. The door was ajar. A dank draft sifted through the opening leaving a strange taste in my mouth. The air was still and quiet. Too quiet.


As I walked closer, I heard a, “Psssst!” from inside! ~



So....could you see it, feel it, smell it, taste it, hear it?

See photo below.









11 thoughts about my meanderings:

Viki said...

I love this. With all the wonderful descriptive words; it's not hard to imagine myself being their and hearing the "Psst" LOL.

Koby said...

"Dank draft"... yeah, I can smell it. Great job!

Sue said...

I smelled it, too. And I jumped when I heard the whisper.

;)

Ames said...

RUNNN!!!!! I wouldn't stick around for very long if I heard someone go psst! from an old house. I just had visions of the Texas chain Saw massacre. Not that I like to watch those kind of movies, but sometimes one can be out numbered in a vote and you can be trapped.
Very visual!~Ames

Judie said...

WOW! If I had heard that "Psst!" I would have pssssssed! Great take on the prompt!!

Alison said...

I could definitely see it and taste it. This was the first time I've visited here, and I definitely want to read the rest of this story!

anitamombanita said...

I love how we all smelled different things...

Kathy Felsted Usher said...

Oh oh! Scary!

Dazee Dreamer said...

yes, all of those things, and I'm scared to death.

Nonna Beach said...

You wrote it all so easily and nailed every sense vividly. I am feeling very proud of you for continuing your story so well !

Jenny said...

Oh no! Who is whispering. I could cheat and go ahead to next weeks prompt but that would be ... ummm.... cheating...

I hope you're proud of yourself for doing this ongoing story so expertly.

This girl lives the life of a few people I actually know - ha!

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