Can you dramatically describe your surroundings?

Question

Pretend it's the opening parragraph to a gripping novel.

Answer 1

Seventeen pairs of eyes glare at her as she tries to catch her breath. Eyes closed she breaths deeply, pondering her next move. She concentrates on the low, electronic hum of the computer and imagines that instead it is the steady swish of the Delaware River running through the Gap. "If he was only here with me..." she thinks. But he is not. He is exactly 576 miles away and she is alone with these eyes in this underground tomb.

And still the eyes stare.


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Can you guess what I do? *wink* ;-)

Answer 2

It was a dark and stormy night - in my head, and then I abruptly sat upright as a twinge of pain in my recently injured back awoke me in my green office chair. The chair had to be from the seventies and provided as much ergonomic support as a pile pf concrete block.

The light in my office was dim even though it was mid-morning. Suite 102, sprawling with cubicles, had no windows to the outside and the florescent lights, the ones which were working, flickered and buzzed softly.

I could here the new employee, and attractive blond, in the next cubicle humming to herself. It was a soft purring sound punctuated by an occasional wet click-click sound as she cleared her throat. I could here he long manicured nails tapping at the keyboard and the occasional swishing sound her jeans made as she crossed and uncrossed he legs.

I pondered for a moment - the probable size of her jeans and nodded off again to the sound of blustery rain in my head.

Answer 3

The space in room seemed to shrink around me. There was nowhere else to go; the four walls of my living room provided a prison-like atmosphere for my daily chores. Even the dim light of the blustery, drizzling, December day added to the mood. The only hint of color and cheer sprang from the television. It was Dora the Explorer, and she had caught a yellow boot with her fishing pole. I wanted to reach into the set and smack the dopey smile from her face, but, alas! she is only a cartoon.

Answer 4

It's the hum of the equipment that bothers me most. The constant 60 cycle background noise of half a dozen cooling fans that plays a whining concerto of wind, punctuated by the occasional tap of keys at the keyboard. Four monitors glare at me, each accusing me in it's own way of wasting time, wasting money, wasting life. I thank God quietly that one of them is in power-saver mode - it's inky black surface reflecting my shadow from a single standing lamp behind me. As I type, my knees barely fit under the low desk holding a cocaphony of computers, audio-visual equipment, and my coffee cup. A cluster of remote controls lay like a pod of porpoises to my right, breaking the surface of a pile of paperwork I really need to get to. I hear the HVAC unit kick on - causing a momentary glitch in the lights, and the vent above me begins to erupt in a fountain of heated air - as if the equipment in my room weren't generating enough warmth to keep Sam McGee warm. Into this carefully constructed chaos, the boss's son strides confidently and calls out "Lunch!"

Answer 5

you're indulging your self in what's regularly referred to as "pink prose" - overly-romanticized writing that comes for the era of as somewhat ridiculous. do not write about vampires until eventually you've a symbolic/thematic reason to finish that, or once you've something of psychological importance to operate to the easy mythos of vampires. those 2 innovations style of bypass hand-in-hand. there is little - if any - pressure. what's at stake in this tale? If there going to be conflict, or is the total ingredient going to be a fluffy ode to fantastical supernatural romance (and blue moonbeams and melodic bushes)? If there is going to be a conflict, you want to set it up a minimum of in the first financial disaster. If that is the total first financial disaster, you actually have not set up a conflict. if you're not from now on searching to be sure a conflict - properly then, I really can no longer help you.

Answer 6

I am in a house that is rocking with the wind outside blowing violently. The sky is gray and very overcast with the smell of snow in the air. The trees are barren of leaves and limbs are flying down the street. God bless****

Answer 7

She sat staring into her computer screen, her eyes squinting in the dim light. Click, clack came from the keyboard as she typed avidly. She didn't even hear the door behind her creak open until it was too late....

Answer 8

It was a bitterly cold start to winter and snow continued to fall between the dropping temperatures. People huddled in their homes to stay warm and cooked pots of hot soup to keep their strength up as the snow shovelling got steadily more challenging.