Think of the snow as hands falling through the frozen air, touching.
The man was in the back seat of a taxi and his neck was turned to the left. A cylinder of skin on his neck was creased slightly. It was a thin pink in the cold and his nose was a raw red.
He stared across the street at a figure leaning on the frosty metal of a streetlamp. The orange light splattered onto the figure’s black coat. The man had seen that person before, standing there.
But the taxi quickly veered down another street, even though the red vein of a stoplight was still visible in the black night. The roads were empty, after all, and the driver floored the pedal.
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There are a lot of pronouns, but they don't seem connected to anything. On my first read through, I thought that most of the description referred to the cab driver - it took three or four re-readings to realize that you're referring to a passenger in the cab (i think).
Also, your sentences and descriptions are choppy and somewhat confusing. The first sentence seems entirely irrelevant, and I don't understand the bit about 'a cylinder of skin was creased slightly' at all, though I suspect it's connected to 'the man's neck' in some form (is the cylinder his neck?). Also, the bit about the orange light and the coat - 'splattered' is a rather odd verb for light.
Hope this helps.
~Kirona
Oh yea, the first line is very relevant later (and symbolically).
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"A cylinder of skin on his neck was creased slightly." I can't even begine to visualize this. Creased how? Where? Why? I need more details, more clarity.
"...red vein of a stoplight..." I don't know if by "vein" you are trying to allude to something else or if this is jus a bad (IMO) choice of a word.
The scene, though it has the ingredients of an active, tense scene, feels too passive to me. It must be terse. Cut out the excess words and make the scene more active.
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More important:
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the first line is very relevant later (and symbolically)
Why is it important not to give the man a name? Is his identity going to be a surprise later? If that's the case, maybe you could make it so that he thinks of himself by a different name than other people know him by, and you could use that name here.
If that's not the reason, I'd be curious what it is. Lack of a name really bothers lots of readers (and it does NOT raise suspense by making them wonder Who It Is).
Finally, point-of-view. So far, you don't seem to have one. Or, rather, it seems cinematic, described by a narrator totally outside of anyone's head. You can do that, and maybe it's intentional, but it means giving up the one huge advantage that the written word has over the movies. I don't recommend it.
I love the first line, but I definitely did need to change the narration style and I did.
Okay, so the reason the man doesn't have a name... pretty much the man undergoes an operation that locks his brain into a loop, creating a consciousness that will live forever but never receive anything new. Because of that, his "self" enters a new world, his consciousness objectified, and in the entrance to the city he forgets everything about himself. Why he does this where it is, all that stuff, is something else...
[Edit: I changed it to I; it fits well and is easily readable, I think.]
The snow seemed like hands falling through the frozen air, touching.
I was in the back seat of a taxi and my neck was turned to the left. A line of skin on my collar was creased slightly. It was a thin pink in the cold and my nose was a raw red.
The taxi quickly veered down another street, even though the red eye of a stoplight was still visible in the black night. The roads were empty, after all, and the driver floored the pedal.
A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the paved city streets.
“The hospital by the park, right?” The cab driver asked over his shoulder.
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My only qualm was with these two lines.
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A line of skin on my collar was creased slightly. It was a thin pink in the cold and my nose was a raw red.
The first line is descriptive, but it doesn't really seem to be something someone would notice about themselves. And the second line made me say "Huh?" And that was after I read it three times.
Otherwise, great job. I'd keep reading.
How's this???
One thing though -
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A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the paved city streets.
Oh, and one more thing - I don't live in New York, but I'm pretty sure that the streets there are never as empty as you imply. Don't hesitate to correct me if I'm wrong; I'm probably a victim of stereotyping and stylized imagery here, and as I live halfway across the continent, I'm not exactly a good source. Just a thought.
I still have a problem with:
quote:It's better, but it's still not something one would say about oneself. Instead, it's you, the author, trying to look at the scene from OUTSIDE the POV character, rather than the POV character himself. What was he actually doing? Looking out the window, correct? Say so directly: "I was in the back seat of a taxi, looking out the left-hand window."
my neck was turned to the left.
"My nose was a raw red" is borderline--well at least it's closer to being borderline. It IS possible to see the tip of your nose without looking in a mirror, but people rarely pay any attention to it, and in any case, colors are harder to see at night. So I don't think there's much question that that should go, too. " . . . tingled in the cold" is all we, as the reader, need to know about the character's own reaction to the state of his nose.
The core of POV is: if it's not the character's reaction, leave it out.
PS: read OSC's Characters & Viewpoint. It's even better than his How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy. I think you'd get a lot out of it. Card is a fantastic teacher.
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Besides, you probably don't want to be on any of those streets. And if you do, you should know just which streets they are, and use their names, and mention something about the conditions (not a lot, just enough to let the people who know realize that you know what you're doing, and to let the people who don't know understand why this particular street can be empty in such a busy town). But I don't think you'll find any streets by the park that are empty, ever.
Is there a hospital by the park? Is there only one? Make sure you know.
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I have to say that while the first take was rough, I felt it was much more visceral, and while the new revisions are easier to follow, they’re less foreboding.
Maybe "As I looked left, a thin..." about the neck part.
And maybe, "my nose was red raw", instead of "a raw red"
What happened to the guy under the street lamp? I didn't have any trouble envisioning the part about the orange light, because I've often found the properties of those weird orange streetlamps fascinating; the way they drain everything of color and make it an almost photo negative orange.
I like it, and the more you polish it, the more I want to read it!
Rock on!
Bree
"The hospital by the park, right?" The cab driver asked..."
Not very convincing, as the cab driver would know from the start of the drive exactly where he is going - there would be no second guessing the destination.
First sentence, and I know you need this sentence, but it still seems awkward to me - and don't know at all what it means.
"...neck turned to the left..." Awkward. Do you mean head turned to the left? Neck/head leaning to the left?
This is a description of an active scene, but it does not feel active, feels too slow:
"The taxi quickly veered down another street, even though the red eye of a stoplight was still visible in the black night. The roads were empty after all, and the driver floored the pedal."
Could be:
"Step on it, will ya Mac?"
"In a hurry at this hour pal?"
He punched the gas. The engine howled and he blew through a red light. We careened down a snow slick empty street. The headlights slashed into the night and like a beacon, swept back and forth over the road.
I hope to be done within the next two months - I pray - and will let everyone know once I'm done!!! Wish me luck!!!