First Sentence Friday! CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When crafting stories, writers are told to use all their senses. This is a part of writing I enjoy because it’s always interesting and fun (and challenging!) to try and think of unique ways to describe what my main characters heard, tasted, saw, felt, or smelled.
One thing I’m quite familiar with, living here in the south where humidity, mold, and mildew reign, is the distinct smell that comes from a crawl space or a cellar. We live in an old house that has a set of brick steps leading down to a door, and once opened, inside is a cement floor (somebody poured at some point) with wood shelves lining each side of the long, narrow space. This is where we store our yard tools, pesticides, and other outdoor type gear. It smells of overturned dirt, old wood, and over a hundred years of living. (The house is approximately 111 years old) While writing, I use what I can, what I know, to try and give readers a realistic experience.
The inside of the truck smelled dank, the same way our root cellar had smelled.
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