I would like you to write what I call a slow motion moment. Write 300-700 words describing an action that takes ten seconds of real time. You may write it from either the first person (I) or the third person (he/she/it/they). No interior monologue is allowed. That means we don’t get to hear what a character is thinking (if a character is indeed present). We can only see what he or she is doing or seeing. It’s important that you stick to only about ten seconds of real time. Jump right into the description with your first line. Do not provide context or describe other events that happened before or after these ten seconds. Remember, you may not allow the character to remember past events, to wonder what is happening elsewhere, or to ruminate in any way. Basically, you are describing only the concrete, material details of the event.
Here’s a snippet of a slow motion moment, from Ian McEwan’s A Child in Time. This is a description of an awful encounter on the road with a truck:
“… He was preparing to overtake when something happened – he did not quite see what – in the region of the lorry’s wheels, a hiatus, a cloud of dust, and then something black and long snaked through a hundred feet toward him. It slapped the windscreen, clung there a moment and was whisked away before he had time to understand what it was. And then… the rear of the lorry made a complicated set of movements, a bouncing and swaying, and slewed in a wide spray of spark, bright even in sunshine. So far Stephen had had time to move his foot towards the brake, time to notice a padlock swinging on a loose flange, and ‘Wash Me Please’ scrawled in grime.’”
Some events – like car accidents – do seem to occur in slow motion. Often they are momentous. But they do not have to be as dramatic as a car crash – take for example, the first glimpse of the person you would someday marry. Here are some examples of other interesting events that take less than 10 seconds, which you could describe. Feel free to steal one of these, or make up your own!
Getting slapped
Hitting a deer with a car
Going downhill on a rollercoaster
A kiss
Pulling a trigger
She walks on the sidewalk of the first street, a few meters behind the intersection with the second street. The afternoon provides a warm orange light in the sky, with numerous clouds above the people. A gust of autumn wind moves her blue dress from behind. The dress crosses between her legs and sticks to them for a split second; her kitten heels give her a secure but slow pace.
A man approaches her, running to her right side. A typical Texan boy in blue jeans and a white interior t-shirt. She holds her phone in her right hand, next to her ear. Her long, black hair obscures her view, and the distraction of the call leaves her unaware of her surroundings.
The man stops running when he is 50 centimeters from her. He carries a large red portable fuel tank of gasoline. He raises his arms and starts throwing gasoline at the head of the black woman, making circles around her, moving his legs to her front and then to her back. As a taller person, he can easily and quickly soak her in gasoline while yelling and laughing like a maniac.
— HAHAHA DIE!
She can only reply by yelling.
—NOOO! NOOO!
All her long and beautiful hair is now covered in gasoline, as well as her dress. The ambient liquid makes her feel cold quickly for the last time. The man is in front of her, throws the red tank to his left, and using his left hand takes out a lighter from his left pocket. A gray metal Zippo lighter is ignited, producing a big flare. He takes a step back with his right foot and, using his left hand, throws the Zippo to her. The left hand is wide open, and she curls into herself while crying and screaming, watching the flare approaching. She puts her hand between her legs, making herself small. The phone is still in her right hand. A man is screaming and can be heard through the speaker of the phone. —LACIE! LACIE!
The Zippo touches Lacie's right shoulder, and the fire starts, first on the dress from the top to the bottom. The fire then spreads to her hair, and she stretches herself, looking at the sky to find a place to run.