Those glittering rainbow shoelaces caught my attention from the morgue, those tan buttons drew me up from the heaviest sleep I’d ever known. And the most unusual ring -all black, bottom-of-the-well style but surrounded with neon-blue waves- flowed up and down with the movement of his awkward fingers. A certificate rested beneath a blue ballpoint, which scrawled the doctor’s mark with the finality of a guillotine. With tremendous effort, I opened my eyes and read the name, my name: Chris Hubar. The death certificate belonged to me, scheduled for the Hooper and Weaver Funeral Home that day.
An urgent, deadpan voice shook my spirit. It echoed through my emptiness like a sonar whirlwind.
Find the morgue. Find your body.
[This message has been edited by thecox (edited January 08, 2007).]
Hope this helps.
When you say, the "shoelaces caught my attention from the morgue.." I believe you want to paint the picture of the MC being outside the morgue, but as it's written, seems a bit awkward.
>Those glittering rainbow shoelaces caught my attention from the morgue,
"caught my attention from the morgue": I can't parse this.
>those tan buttons drew me up from the heaviest sleep I’d ever known.
At this point I wonder why the undertaker or dead-body-slotter or whatever is asleep on the job, and if he's asleep, how does he know that the buttons are tan?
>And the most unusual ring -all black, bottom-of-the-well style
the most unusual -> a most unusual
- -> --
>but surrounded with neon-blue waves- flowed up and down with the movement of his awkward fingers. A certificate rested beneath a
Whose fingers? The dead guy's?
>blue ballpoint, which scrawled the doctor’s mark with the >finality of a guillotine. With tremendous effort, I opened my >eyes and read the name, my name: Chris Hubar. The death
Oh, it's the *corpse* that's telling the story! I think. This was my biggest confusion. I'm still not sure who's wearing the weird-looking shoes.
>certificate belonged to me, scheduled for the Hooper and Weaver Funeral Home that day.
>An urgent, deadpan voice shook my spirit. It echoed through my
What does a voice sound like when it's urgent and deadpan? I don't know.
>emptiness like a sonar whirlwind.
What does a sonar whirlwind echo like?
>Find the morgue. Find your body.
But we're already *in* the morgue, with the body -- aren't we?
Ditto on the awkward fingers, "urgent deadpan voice" (this is self-contradictory) and sonar whirlwind (sonar is an underwater sound wave so, again, this doesn't make any sense)
I don't think I'd read much further if I'm already confused by this much this early. I understand the opening idea, but it needs to be presented clearer.
Most of the language issues I had have already been pointed out.
How does he "see" shoelaces if his "eyes" are closed? HU?
Just work on the clarity and sink a bit more into Chris's POV. He seems blase that he's at a morgue. Is he? Does he know he's dead before he reads the death certificate? If he does, I need to know it from line 1.
"An urgent deadpan voice shook my spirit."
Hummm. I like what you are trying to say but it doesn't work for me. "Urgent" and "deadpan" are contridictions to me. "Deadpan" means flat or lifeless while urgent generally indicate stress and/or higher pitched voices. I'm also not sure about the "shook my spirit" part. I can't figure out a cleaner way to say it but I keep stumbling over it. How do you shake a spirit? How does sound shake a spirit?
You start in the morgue. If Chris leaves the morgue to see the death certificate, I need to know that otherwise the "find the morgue" is confusing.
Again, thanks for the crits everyone. I'll see what I can do.