This week’s writing topic: The perfect first sentence
PROMPT
The first sentence of a book opens up a whole new world. This is where your reader decides whether to follow you into this world, for two or 30 or 700 pages. Write a first sentence. Support it with up to two more sentences, if needed.
Have your fellow writers guess what kind of book that beginning might belong to …
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You read the fairy tails as a little kid and all you think is how lucky those girls are they are princesses, the prince saves them with a true love’s kiss, and they get to live happily ever after. I mean what more could a girl want right? Then you grow up the world is less black and white, and you realize the prince would sacrifice his princess if it’s for the greater good, true love’s kiss is a lie, and you don’t need a man to save you if you learn how to do it yourself.
I was in one Hell of a predicament; my ship was limping along with one engine blasted to pieces, the long-range scanner array had quit, the one remaining rail gun was very low on ammunition and if that wasn’t bad enough, I’d run out of peanuts.
It was quiet in the pass now, and had been for several hours. The clashing of metal, the screams of men, and the neighing of terrified horses had lasted until just after the height of the sun.
“All right, everyone. Listen up.” Nelly’s voice echoes down the hallway. Her heels clack against the hardwood with each step, striking like lightning, calling everyone to attention as she approaches. “I’ve got a new one to introduce to you-all, a replacement for Billy."
‘Dark … no utter blackness … lightening to charcoal … like when switching on a ultra hi-def TV waiting for connection to the internet.’ That was important … ultra hi-def … the fact that that term was still there. Though that won’t dawn on him till some minutes later … but then, Joe’s mind will be preoccupied with innumerable other things.
Pain all over thats what I feel as I wake up. I’m lying on the floor in my own blood soaked through my clothes. I’m trying to piece together what happened. Images start flashing fast in my mind as my breathing picks up. I remember Grayson coming home, dinner and wine on the table.
I was doing my best to wake up, but it seemed to be taking an awful long time. As I inched closer and closer to being fully awake I also realized that my body was covered with all kinds of weird contraptions. …
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