- colorful and original descriptions
- pithy words and phrases
- picture nouns and action verbs
- writing that draws a reader in and addicts them to your voice
I keep a collection of descriptions that have pulled me into the books. I’m fascinated how authors can–in just a few words–put me in the middle of their story and make me want to stay there. This one’s on how to describe scents.
A note: These are for inspiration only. They can’t be copied because they’ve been pulled directly from an author’s copyrighted manuscript (intellectual property is immediately copyrighted when published).
- Anais anais
- Her perfume smelled like jasmine.
- Her hair smelled like crisp apples
- All I could smell was my own human breath, my own human body and the faint metallic odor of blood
- The smell of tobacco hung on him like a cloud
- Smelling like they hadn’t bathed in a month
- Coppery tang of blood
- Sticky, meaty smell of flesh
- Recognized her scent like the return of spring
- Jet could smell nicotine and sweat radiating off the man’s rumpled suit.
- Metallic odor of blood
- Savory smells
- mouth-watering aroma
- if the wind was right, I could catch the scent of sauerbraten wafting across the street from Jake Wirth’s
- The smells here were hot dog water, pot, curry and incense
- tainted by a faint odor
- cheerless room
- air was thick with mildew despite the fan
- powerful scent of rust, seaweed, and decay hit his nostrils. Sometimes, he wished he didn’t have a heightened sense of smell
- they could smell it, couldn’t they? It was like booze on the breath
- Smelled of desperation accumulated over the years
- A rainbow of emotion
- Furnished with memories and emotions that only I can see and feel
- The metallic scent of fear
- The air was full of the smell of burned rubber and hot brakes and gas and oil.
- The air smelled of hay, wheat, sweetgrass, budding flowers, turned earth
- Air smelled of fried food, gasoline, and wet concrete
- Tag of diesel fuel from the long line of taxis
- Smell of the bear was strong in the grove, hanging like smoke about three feet above the ground
- The aroma heavy with marine decay
- Malodor of dank concrete and compacted humanity no ventilator fan could ever drive out
- The room smelling of tobacco and crumbling plaster and peeling wallpaper
- The condo smelled of mold and rug beer and food left rotting in the sink on crusted plates.
- The room had that odd institution food smell that was a mixture of canned green beans, warmed-over dinner rolls, and tomato sauce.
Jacqui Murray is the author of the popular Building a Midshipman, the story of her daughter’s journey from high school to United States Naval Academy. She is the author/editor of over a hundred books on integrating tech into education, adjunct professor of technology in education, webmaster for four blogs, an Amazon Vine Voice book reviewer, a columnist for TeachHUB, Editorial Review Board member for Journal for Computing Teachers, monthly contributor to Today’s Author and a freelance journalist on tech ed topics. You can find her books at her publisher’s website, Structured Learning.