"How I would save star Trek discovery"

[Armonica_Templar]

It is a problem I have ran into writing..

Describe the smell of Dog S@#$ to the reader and leave them with the impression they are standing in it..

The creators of Star Trek discovery are better writers then me in this respect, for they have done it with a whole series and I am still struggling with scenes..

It's acrid. The smell is usually of processed meat and is bitter to our olfactory senses.
Dog foul insults the person's basic self-belief because of the taboo of not interacting with bodily waste.
From our evolutionary path, we've learned that faeces can have harmful diseases.
Of course, this includes excrement from any species.

However... if we stand in a pile of it, at that particular moment there's no actual effect. The negative
only comes from the knowledge that we have to clean it off. It's time-consuming, an observer's opinion
may change of the person trying to rid themselves of the mess without getting any on their hands and
also, our ego-protection mode is lowered.

Unlike dogs, we gain nothing from the smelly stuff and our social-boundaries demand dog-sh*t is
abhorrent.

I always recall an old tale told by a man who was sometimes contacted by the police in regards of
explosive material. This person blew up tall chimneys and buildings in a controlled environment for
a living and worked for companies and Governments.

One Saturday evening, a Police Officer called him on the telephone to tell him that someone believed
they'd found gelignite in some household coal. Many years ago, gelignite was used to blast the coal
seams out in open-cast mines. Because of occasional lax attitudes, sometimes the soft plastic explosive
would get through the process of washing and sorting, and actually end-up in peoples homes.

So safely taking the gelignite from the homeowner (that was on a shovel), this man pondered whether
more of the stuff may still be in the coal that had been delivered and so, went to the 'coal-house' to check.
In the UK, coal-houses -back in the day, were a small structure beside the outside toilet of around five
-feet square and just high enough for a human to stand in.

In the blackness of the unlit coal-house, the man carefully rummaged through the pile of col until he
came across something pliable. The unknown 'lump' felt like gelignite and was obviously different from
the hard chunks around it. The man squeezed it and gauged the texture in the darkness, knowing that
the flexible material could well be hazardous ordnance.
Then he heard a dog bark in the home and realised what he may have in his hand.

Jokingly, recalled that though he guessed he was massaging a chunk of old dog-sh*t, for some strange
reason he felt reluctant to put it down. He hadn't smelled it and since his focus had been on discovering
gelignite, for a few moments he continued to squeeze it.

That's my dog-sh*t story.

I do want to get around to reading your stories but I want to finish what I m writing..

I do not want to accidentally steal anything uncounciously


I d like your style when you tell a tale, as expressed in just this last story over a quadraped with a tail