The town could have been anywhere, in any part of the country. Long dirt roads lines the ground and a thin cloud of dust seemed to linger right above the ground. It often gave an eerie feeling that there was no ground at all, that if you stepped out of your car your foot would never touch down.
The town also had a bridge, it wasn’t the high-tech sort, constructed with metal beams, intricate designs and pillars that seemed to stretch towards the sky, it wasn’t even the sort of bridge seen in movies, with a quaint covering and just enough room for a singe horse and buggy. It was built before titanium and after horses with carriages. It was just slates of flat wooden planks nailed together, side-by-side stretching across a 30-foot ravine. The river it had once run over had long since
[This message has been edited by Kathleen Dalton Woodbury (edited September 22, 2006).]
However, the unnamed town that could be anywhere doesn't seem concrete despite the heavy description of the bridge. I believe you should name the town upfront and be more specific where it is. It should grounded in a sense of reality. Personally, for a short story like this, I'd like to know who the viewpoint character is. It's going to be the VPC's interaction with the town and the bridge that is going to make or break the story.
[This message has been edited by ChrisOwens (edited September 22, 2006).]
I'd prefer a little bit more of a solid setting and a little less detailed description of the bridge. Is there an MC in the future?
I do think you can cut all that about what the bridge isn't. I'd rather get straight to what it is, or (more specifically) what it crosses.
Creepy. I'd read. (I will read, if you have it ready.)
Ditto everything that's been said so far. Personally I'd start with the last line and introduce POV from there.
For example:
No one in town ever went near the bridge and no one liked to talk about it. However InsertMCnamehere had always been fascinated blah blah
"No one went near the bridge and no one liked to talk about it. It could have been in any countryside, right beside long dirt roads covered by lingering dust. Sometimes there seemed to be no ground near the bridge at all, that if you stepped out of your car your foot would never touch down. The bridge wasn't high tech; it had no metal beams, intricate designs or pillars stretching toward the sky. It wasn't even the kind of bridge in movies, with a quaint covering and just enough room for a horse and buggy. It was just slates of flat wooden planks nailed together, side-by-side stretching across a 30-foot ravine. The river once beneath it had long since dried up, leaving only rocks below, and now a thin cloud of dust."
i'm not sure how important the town is, since it could be any town, and, as you can tell, i'm not much for "seeming"- either something's something or it's not. doubtful writing is dull reading. as for "what the bridge is not"- if it develops the character's voice, the story's tone, keep it, otherwise cut to the chase.
not bad, though; i certainly want to know more about the bridge, and these people, and the mc who's perceiving this.
The town could have been anywhere. Long dirt roads lined the ground and a thin cloud of dust seemed to linger right above it. It often gave an eerie feeling that if you stepped out of your car your foot would never touch down.
The town also had a bridge constructed with metal beams, intricate designs and pillars that seemed to stretch towards the sky; not the sort of bridge seen in movies, with a quaint covering and just enough room for a singe horse and buggy. It was built before titanium and after horses with carriages.
It was just slates of flat wooden planks nailed together, side-by-side stretching across a 30-foot ravine. The river it had once run over had long since dried up. At the bottom of the ravine sat a cluster of large rocks. The thin cloud of dust seemed to come directly from under the bridge.
No one in town ever went near the bridge and no one liked to talk about it.
This sentence runs together. The first comma should be a period.
The town also had a bridge. It wasn’t the high-tech sort, constructed with metal beams, intricate designs and pillars that seemed to stretch towards the sky, it wasn’t even the sort of bridge seen in movies, with a quaint covering and just enough room for a singe horse and buggy.
By isolating the statement that the town also had a bridge, you create an ominous sense that there is something unusual or scary about that particular bridge.