First Lines

[Ian Whates]

She was beautiful; a fact that only registered after she was dead and even then it was an observation noted as a peripheral thought rather than an emotional response. After all, I had just killed her.

Okay, two lines... sorry.

 

[BookStop]

Tug struggled to get the warning out, but with his new tongue, what he spat was more whistle than word.

 

[mosaix]

I had always been a man of habit, that's what got me into this trouble in the first place.

 

[JDP]

Leiden trembled, the gun's barrel pressed firmly to his temple, threatening to blow the thought clear out of his head: how the hell am I going to get out of this?

 

[Dragonlady]

Philomena felt the city move.

 

[Saltheart]

It was wrong. But it was right. I knew it. He knew it. We knew it.

 

[Talysia]

Shivers wracked my entire body, and I fell to my knees as the icy fingers curled themselves around my upper arm.

 

[JDP]

Neither sight, nor touch, nor taste, nor smell helped Grund identify the enigmatic fluffy mass, so in the end, he simply popped it back into his bellybutton.

 

[BookStop]

Angel leaned in close, his breath skimming my ear, sending involuntary shivers of delight over my goose-pimpled flesh, and whispered, "Goodbye."

 

[necromancer]

The man had no name, as like most of the people in the stadium he had lost all ties to his past, if he ever had any past

 

[Talysia]

The sky was a dark sooty red, licked by flames along the horizon, and he was certain that this was the sign he had been waiting for.

 

[theDamonfreak]

Hah! I love some of these lines! I remember, back in high school (UK high school, not US) when we were always told that the key to a good story was a good first line. It's stuck with me ever since, and I spend half my time thinking up new first lines. Some are okay, some not.

They were ready to bring Him back. (I'm thinking of using this one in my revamp of my fantasy novel/trilogy/series <-- depending on how the plot winds up)

The cat had three eyes. (This is the first line in a Devil book)

Clifford Jenkins was a very boring man until he met the Shmoo. (And a comedy series)

 

[hairymunky]

"Offer your soul to me.", whispered the voice seductivly in his mind.


That's it, the very first thing I've written

 

[mosaix]

The chairman of the jury stood and looking me straight in the eye read out their verdict.

 

[mirinda]

"STOP!" she heard him shout as she ran. One shot rang out...the yelling stopped.

 

[its_me_duh_X-P]

"Full moon," he thought,"glisening white," he thought,"so cold," he thought and now forgot.

 

[Culhwch]

'And that, friend, is the end of the story,' he said with a sad smile.

 

[daisybee]

I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up; the sky where my ceiling used to be was certainly enough for me to forgo the snooze function on my alarm at any rate.

 

[jezelf]

"As Vodenus lay helpless on the battlefield, a short sword deep in his wound and falling into unconsciousness, he could see the unfocused silhouette of an enemy soldier with his spear poised to thrust approach from the gloom. "

 

[Talysia]

It had been a while since she last picked up her pen to write, and as soon as she did the images in her mind came to life once again.