Object Writing Day 1
Hey people, I wanna embark on an object writing journey and would love you to join me.
Day 1: What Writing 02.11.2023
Sight Sound Taste Touch Smell Body Motion
5 Minutes: Sky
It looks like there is fire in the sky, a burning cloud devouring the air I breathe. The overflowing sun beams reaching out to the cloud and setting it on fire. The gleam of coal in the air as the heat is blazing though the collection of water particles in the air. After all, what happens on the sun is the same and water is burned into helium. Lighter than air, funny noises. If the sunbeams could talk they would be giggling all the way from the suns surface up until the time they reach the higher atmosphere, where they start to breathe in the cold and thin air. Tasting the metallic taste of ozone and being caught by a cushion of the atmosphere and some elements of hydrogen. Seeing the infinite blue separated by a million shades of green, brown, white and yellow. Their bodies dancing through the higher atmosphere and beaming down. In the blink of an eye they reach the surface, creating vibrations that result in colours, tasting the material and bouncing so fast leaving the colour for us to see. Touching the ground and being partially absorbed, turning into heat
10 Minutes: Crash
Sight Sound Taste Touch Smell Body Motion
A never ending honking noise in the distance, driving slowly towards a steep bent curve driving 20 miles an hour in absolute no visibility. The fog is unbroken. Disguising the road and hiding all but a few meters ahead that are scarcely lit up by my headlights. The cold air outside coming in through my AC is so damp that I decide to turn it up to a higher temerpature setting. I feel the centrifugal force gently pushing me to the left, as I take the steep right turn. The seat belt cutting into the flesh on the side of my neck. The stale coffee from the gas station an hour ago is still lingering in the air and it is as if I can still taste the metallic taste of the old machine they had in store to make the coffee. A bit to the left I can see an orange gleam of light repeatingly flashing. I bring the car to a standstill and cut the engine. I lower the window and listen into the dark fog around me. Was that voices? Was that something else? Screeching noises as if metal is pushing over stone and dirt. A distant radio blaring out a country song. Whimpering noises, of a female I suppose, can be heard softly. I step out the vehicle. Shoutingly asking if there was someone I could help. Taking my phone flashlight, my emergency kit and a fire extinguisher with me I slowly walk towards where I assume the noise to originate from. The taste of smoke is in the air, mixed with a pinch of oil or gasoline. The hair on my arm is rising up due to the cold damp air around me. I put one air pod into my ear and walk slowly, one step at a time. In the distance I can see the gleaming light repeating over and over again. The voice of the woman getting louder. The slow screeching of metal continues. ‚Can I help you‘ I ask but she just keeps crying silently.
90 Seconds: Lily Pad
Sight Sound Taste Touch Smell Body Motion
An overgrown pond. I literally stepped into an overgrown pond and now my trousers are soaking wet. I need to find a way to get back to my camp site and dry this. In the dark I could not see that this was Lilly pads ahead of me and I stumbled into the pond. It looked so solid and as if there was a path in between them, but the majestic leaves somehow lured me into thinking this was real
