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Write Practice #2 – Onomatopoeia and Other Fun Words to Spell

Write for fifteen minutes about a group of friends experiencing the last few days of summer. Incorporate as many onomatopoeias as you can. Post your practice in the comments, and don’t forget to leave notes for your fellow writers.

“Splash” The water crashed into the the side of the boat as we enjoy our last trip down the river. I look around to see all of my favorite people in the world in one spot. A morbid thought enters my mind that if we all die on this trip, we would be ok, because the people who would real be effected by our deaths are all right here in this boat.

“Sraabbb” The boat hit a rock and we are all thrown to the left side. It was a big rock and Mike, the most unreliable of our crew was put in the position of watching out for those type of things. In the boat anyway.  Perhaps we choose wrong.

“Frap, frap, frap” His wife, Helen, was hitting him on the back.  To bad he was wearing his life jacket, her slaps were not giving the desired effect.

“Pay attention.” I yell. Hoping my subconscious thought wasn’t going to come true.  At least I think it was subconscious.

My husband, Jeff was setting next to me and I could her the “click, click click” of his tongue as he gives me that knowing look.

Bill and Julie sitting in the back steared us to the edge at the end of our trip down river. We were going to have a bit of lunch and then each couple would head back to their prospected cities marking the end of our annual summer trip.

As the men start the fire to grill the fish we caught earlier, the women were at the back of one of our trucks making a salad.  “Chop, chop, chop, chop.”

All of a sudden, “kaboom” the grill blew up.

Fortunately, the guys were all over by the river cleaning the fish.  We all walked over to the fire to see what had happen.  “klick klick klick klick” was the sound under our feet as we got closer. A glass had fallen into the fire and exploded.  Thankfully the fire was pretty small.

I reached down to start picking up the mess and in front of me, I hear, “rattle, rattle, rattle”.

“Babe, don’ t move, there is a snake in front of you.” The snake looked at me and hissed and then turned around and slithered away. “Boom, boom, boom, boom” I was sure they could hear my heart beat in the whole park.

“What is going on here?” Julie said. I think about my though in the boat and started to feel very uncomfortable.  I don’t want to say anything and freak everyone out, but I wanted us to be careful, too.

“Squak” a huge bird swooped down and we all ducked.  “Kakaw” it came in for another pass and then flew away.

We all stood up and looking around for more incoming. We had all been together for so long, we knew what each other were thinking, we gathered our stuff and jumped into our separate cars and left.  We would say our goodbyes by text messages and pray that everyone made it home safe.

While driving home, Jeff turned to me, “I thought you said it didn’t work outside of the city.”