After two hours night driving a service station appeared in the distance. ‘You want a drink?’ Anne asked.
‘No. I just wanna get there.' Charlie’s hands were fixed on the wheel, his eyes ahead as the service station flashed past. As an after thought he checked the fuel gauge -- three quarters left. He noticed a chill emanating from the passenger seat. What? What did I say this time? ‘What’s wrong?’
She did not answer.
They drove in silence for another couple of flat miles before she flicked on the radio. Scanning through the holy-roller stations she stopped when she got to some music; hymns of praise – great. Even the sound made his skin burn. She did that on purpose. He flicked it off.
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After that... well, all I get is two people who are clearly having relationship difficulties, because of communication difficulties. I'm not gripped, and there isn't a hint of what the story is going to be about unless it's about their relationship - and neither of them seem to care about anything very much. There's not the merest hint of likeability about them yet. Everything's negative.
Sorry, but I don't think I'd read on.
Although, the way a just wrote it comes across as a minor info drop, so it might not be the best way to place it. My whole point is that you create tension from the start, which is good for building suspense, but right now it reads like everyday tension, which doesn't hook me. If you give me a not so everyday motive for the tension, then I will definately read on.
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Tcher (sorry, but I ain't spelling that one out ) is right about the first sentance, on all counts.
But I think that whether I'd keep reading or not may depend a lot on genre and a bit on length. Or maybe even on just knowing the genre. So I'll reserve further judgement on the rest of the text other than to say that it seems well written.
First Thirteen:
After two hours night driving, Charlie saw a service station in the distance.
‘You want a drink?’ Anne asked.
‘No. I just wanna get there.' The dream had been so clear, he would know the place when he saw it. As the service station flashed by he noticed a chill emanating from the passenger seat. What? What did I say this time? ‘What’s wrong?’
She did not answer but flicked on the radio instead. Scanning through the holy-roller stations she stopped at some music; hymns of praise – great. Even the sound made his skin burn. She did that on purpose.
For some reason he could listen to sermons all day, but hymns were different. Too much and he would blaze. He flicked it off.
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Send it over, if you wish.
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Thanks again.
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Please let me know how to improve it.
Just one more thing to add to the other's helpful comments. This line here:
she stopped at some music; hymns of praise – great. Even the sound made his skin burn. She did that on purpose.
It seems to me that "she did that on purpose" is already rather obvious, since she stopped actively changing the station there. I think I know what you're trying to say but something like "She hit the scan button on the radio and it stopped at some holy-roller station. I think she did that on purpose." may work a little better.
Just my two cents, good luck!
After all, if someone is deliberately pushing your emotional buttons (I love the metaphor), that is EXACTLY what you think in your mind!
Nice piece, hoptoad. And I think the dream is the hook for me. I'd keep reading.