The worst physical pain…


That kind of pain accompanied the very unfortunate twisting of my left ankle.

I was chatting happily and going down the stairs, too carelessly apparently, when the accident happened. I suddenly felt sharp pain in my left ankle. The excruciating pain was quickly spreading and in an instant I felt that I was losing breath. I was in shock and totally panicked. The deafening sound of my own voice echoed in the stairway of an old tenement. I was swearing like an old sailor and soon I ran out of breath. My throat felt like it was full of dry sand and I gulped breaths in short intakes. My vision blurred and black spots begun to dance in front of my eyes. I was rapidly spiraling toward fainting, which would be rather painful given that the floor of the stairway was basically made of uneven cement.  I clumsily grabbed at the rough walls trying to ease myself into a sitting position. I felt cold floor and then my vision was turned off, much like you turn off the old TV. The picture folded into smaller and smaller round dot. The last thing I remember is the musty, damp smell of a decrepit tenement.

Oh, did I mention that the stairs had only about two steps? Talk about bad luck…

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Daily Prompt: Dulled

You encounter a mysterious man offering you a magic potion that, once sipped, will make one of your senses (sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch) super sharp — but dull the others. Will you sip it, and if so, what sense do you choose?

As a person who is always looking forward to new experiences and endeavors I would definitely try such potion. Provided the effects have a deadline after which they will fade.

In such case I would like the potion to make my hearing super sharp. It definitely borders on voyeurism but I would like to hear the most quiet, most private sounds the city has to offer. I would like to know so many new stories, behaviors, manners of speaking and little quirks that various people posses. It would certainly enrich my writing style. The biggest tragedy a writer can face is the limitation of the knowledge he or she is able to acquire. One can only meet so many people or visit a certain number of places, get to know only some number of stories. But what if we could expand it? Imagine that you could hear all the people talking? Hear so many voices, so many different personalities.

And let’s not stop at that, if I could have a sharp hearing sense I would definitely want to explore different parts of Earth as well as nature. To hear different birds singing, animals communicating with each other in their own languages, hearing flowers and trees move their leaves, hear the budding seedlings… That would be something. That would be worth writing about.

Without the sense of sight…


This is kind of a double assignment for me because I work in two different places but do the same job.

Variant #1

I hear children laughing and dogs barking happily. I hear pigeons rustling their feathers and cooing while courting each other. With each sigh of the wind a soft air brushes my face. In the air I can smell the scent of freshly ground coffee. I can feel the laptop keyboard underneath my fingers. I hear the mobile phone ringing.

I open my eyes and see my cozy room and a monochromatic picture of a zebra staring straight at me.

Variant #2

I hear people talking, bustling, rushed voices, yells. I sense people passing by swiftly. I smell freshly bought sandwiches and hear the rustle made by the hands clumsily unwrapping the paper. I smell strong coffee mixed with herbal and fruit tea scent. I hear the monotonous drone of air conditioning and feel ice cold air hit the back of my head. I pop earplugs and turn on my music list. I hear the beats and rhythm of the first song on the list.

I open my eyes and see an open space office and a pin-up board full of my doodles.

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