Here is a sample of my writing. I wrote this paper for my scriptwriting class. The purpose of it was to describe what were were hearing, smelling, and feeling. I wrote about what I heard when I was walking back to my dorm for class.
The Ambience of Personal Silence
You never know what you’re going to experience when you decide to stop hearing, and decide to start listening. Things seem clearer and life seemed meaningful. With every breath I took and every step I made new sounds were heard; it would appear that things were making since. When I took an oath of a silence for thirty minutes, I heard sounds I had never listened to before. This was a unique silence that was all mine. I started outside…
Through the sound of tires crashing through deep puddles it reminded me that the rain has not only effected my own willing footsteps, but every other moving object on campus. I hear laughing in the distance as it slowly creeps closer, and their eager footsteps have a telling pace. People pass with quiet conversation, a slight detection of nervousness in their voices. Homework, they say, is their main concern.
Walking inside to save myself from the extreme humidity, the air conditioner kicks on as if it read my mind. Friendly people say hello while those who keep to themselves walk by without a sigh, or a simple nod. Once I am alone, I only hear the sound of my Nikes dragging along on the tile, I then realize how annoying it sounds when I walk. Nearing my exit, I am startled by the clanking of the mechanical closet that seems as if it is working overtime to keep people like me happy and cool.
Outside again, the effects of rain strike again and a large, rusted gutter is gushing water with out anticipation. The humidity is causing me to break a small sweat, I feel as if I am in Kansas again, there is no place like home. Walking through the gravel I hear small rocks being crunched while larger rocks are being kicked forward with every stride. One bird chirps, as other birds chime in, in unison as if they were seemingly crying for the same thing.
While basking in the ambience of these birds chirping a loud muffler disturbs me, and the car quickly pulling out while the muffler rumbles, I am not impressed. As one car leaves, it sounds as if twenty more pull in. I inch closer to my dorm as more familiar voices can be heard, and familiar faces can be seen. Laughter, and loud voices remind me that I am close to happiness, and my personal silence is almost over.
I get to the stairs and there is a sound of footsteps eagerly going down the steps, as I move to the side to let them pass. I turn the corner, I am on my floor and I hear my friends greeting me as if I had been gone for longer than a few hours. I get propositioned to go to lunch, and I do not decline. My silence is over, and all of these new sounds I have heard, but I know I won’t listen like I just had a few moments before. The ambience of my personal silence is something I won't forget for awhile.