Writing Challenge - Taste

[in_the_blue]

Those of you who know me understand that I tend to get random inspiration for writing in the shower and yes, there is a physiological reason for that and no, I won't go into it here because it's been done before. Today's inspiration: the senses, particularly the sense of taste.

Since so many of you who read this journal are writers, I thought a drabble challenge was in order.

It's not a contest, it's a challenge. Read that as an exercise in concise writing. I was thinking primarily for roleplayers as a way of getting to know tiny details about your characters, but you don't have to be an active roleplayer to join the challenge. Everybody is welcome.

Rules (Captain Barbossa reminds me that they're more like guidelines):

• Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well. I play at Dogstar with Harry Potter characters and milliways_bar with HP, Cowboy Bebop, and Twin Peaks characters; for my purposes I'm keeping it to one or more of those worlds because really, doesn't FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper just cry out for talking about a damn fine cup of coffee and his quest for the world's best cherry pie?


• Word count: 300 or less


• Main theme: sense of taste


• Ratings: No restrictions


• Duration: 1 week. Challenge opens today and closes Sunday, April 24.

Post your drabbles as comments to this entry. And yes, you can comment on other peoples' work. Feedback is always nice.

Ready?

Go.

Comments

Scent and Taste

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice likes the taste of morning air in her mouth, its cool rushing in her lungs. She’s running near the edge of the forest, nimbly dodging sprawling roots and fallen branches. How long she’s been going and how long she’s going to keep at it, she doesn’t know. Probably until the sweet air starts to cut into her throat and shorten her breath. She likes it, likes the monotony of running and the long, slow buildup of pain in her muscles that tells her she’s working. Most of all, she likes the air. Its freshness, coming alive and clearing her head as she inhales. Its purity. She can taste all that as she breathes it in, and wonders briefly if this is how Hannibal uses his sense of smell. She’s not sure why she should think of that, or why it should make her stop to breathe deep of the air, savor it. It’s cool and sleek over her tongue and teeth, and as she tries to categorize its taste to remember later, another sensory memory takes hold: apples and peaches in a creamy, ambrosial broth. Lecter watching as she sips. She feels his eyes on her like the caress of the breeze, like the wind in her mouth; she shivers.

It’s a well-known fact that the senses of smell and taste are intricately linked.

Re: Scent and Taste

[sff-corgi.livejournal.com]

Wicked. :D

Re: Scent and Taste

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

NO words...I hopeyo udon't mind me eign speechless?