Last week’s challenge: “Antag/Protag.”
This is a two-part challenge.
First part of the challenge is a part we’ve done here before: opening lines. I want you to write the opening sentence to a story. That’s it. Just the opening sentence. Can be suggestive of any genre. Should be no more than 50 words (and even that’s pretty long — you’re best keeping it roughly at “tweet” length).
A good opening line is punchy. It may have a question implicit — or, at least, is itself a hook that will snare the reader by the neck and drag them into the tale whether he likes it or not.
Write the opening line.
Post it below.
You get one entry.
Your due date is — note this change — Thursday at noon EST (8/9).
Because then by Friday I will have picked my three favorite opening lines.
And each of those three people will get an early e-copy of BAIT DOG, the Atlanta Burns sequel. Three formats available: PDF, ePub, and MOBI. Oh, but we ain’t done yet, my little squidlings.
Then, your next challenge will be to write a story using one of those three opening lines as, well, the opening line to a piece of 1000-word flash fiction. More details next week.
Good?
Let’s read some opening lines, then.
Patrick Regan says:
The guns weren’t bothering me too much, but when Mickey pulled out the machete, I knew I had made a mistake coming here tonight.
August 3, 2012 — 7:19 AM
Shiri Sondheimer says:
My stuff is usually so serious, i’m a jump off the cliff and go with:
We all new the end was nigh when the space whales popped out of the black hole …
August 3, 2012 — 7:20 AM
Jo Eberhardt says:
When a gryphon and a dragon face off, nobody wins.
August 3, 2012 — 7:24 AM
Shiri Sondheimer says:
And what have I said about typing before caffeine? Apologies, folks.
We all KNEW the end was night when the space whales popped out of the black hole…
August 3, 2012 — 7:31 AM
Jim Franklin says:
“Don’t keep picking or it won’t heal” his mother had always told him, but she had no idea of the nightmare hiding behind those words.
August 3, 2012 — 7:37 AM
Imelda Evans says:
“I don’t care what you say, I’m not going!”
August 3, 2012 — 7:38 AM
Mary says:
“You want me to What with my What?!
August 3, 2012 — 7:49 AM
Laura Libricz says:
In spite of the bleeding slash on his thigh, Darrel caught his breathe after he’d somehow managed to make it out to Hog Island, his eyes now pinned on the feral sheep approaching his hiding place from every side.
August 3, 2012 — 8:11 AM
JR Holmes says:
“Hey kid, get the hell out of there,” yelled the burly owner of the machine shop.
August 3, 2012 — 8:25 AM
Christopher Meyer says:
Standing there, he could feel it squirming through his guts, a constant, cold reminder of what he had become.
August 3, 2012 — 8:49 AM
Steve Lean says:
I only meant to follow – to be near her – but then I breathed in the wanton scent of her and my hand spasmed tight around the razor.
August 3, 2012 — 8:53 AM
robert bucchianeri says:
Six months after he was murdered, Angelina spotted her husband with his arm wrapped around a blonde, his trench coat fluttering like a bird of prey, hustling down a rain-drenched alleyway lit dimly by the neon lights of Freddy’s place.
August 3, 2012 — 8:57 AM
Raechel says:
After clambering jerkily up the tree, the lizard stopped, focused on her with one small beady black eye and began recording.
August 3, 2012 — 9:09 AM
BJ Kerry says:
I could feel his breath raspy, he was sheathed in sweat and the heat rising off his body was incredible, if he could just make it over the last hurdle without tripping or me falling we’d win!
August 3, 2012 — 9:16 AM
michael says:
His thoughts were troubled, it was time to reconsider.
August 3, 2012 — 9:18 AM
Dave Turner says:
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
August 3, 2012 — 9:24 AM
Lamar Henderson says:
I am the worst goddamned human being on the face of the earth.
August 3, 2012 — 9:24 AM
Michael Bentley says:
Elizabeth dived out the sixth story window as the fireball exploded behind her and she fell towards the water below.
August 3, 2012 — 9:26 AM
Amy Severson says:
Toothbrush in one hand, briefcase in the other, Stephen turned his back to the charred wreckage of his apartment building and released a shuddering, desperate laugh.
August 3, 2012 — 9:26 AM
SkinlessJSn says:
Her eyes were widest when her veins collapsed.
August 3, 2012 — 9:26 AM
Natasha says:
This is the opening line of my first novel that I’m currently editing with my agent:
There is a rumour that the Elites don’t bleed.
August 3, 2012 — 9:27 AM
Darke Conteur says:
Nothing brings out the crazies like a full moon, and the smell of blood.
August 3, 2012 — 9:27 AM
Clark says:
My father was murdered that night, a turn of events that inconvenienced him for the better part of a month.
August 3, 2012 — 9:27 AM
ravenlunatick says:
One day the words just waltzed out of my mouth.
August 3, 2012 — 9:28 AM
Anthony Laffan says:
“Humanity lost the battle for earth before they even knew it had begun.”
August 3, 2012 — 9:28 AM
Paul says:
He offered me the book as a reward, so I shot him in the head and took the book anyway.
August 3, 2012 — 9:30 AM
Shadow says:
I was lost in the happiest place on earth.
August 3, 2012 — 9:33 AM
Rob Hall says:
It may have not been the greatest idea to knock on the door whilst covered in blood and holding a severed arm, but there was no way I was going to be late for my first date in six months.
August 3, 2012 — 9:33 AM
Rebecca J Fleming says:
As Liesel regarded the mutilated remains of her best friend, she concluded that being savaged by a rogue koala was one of the shittier ways to die.
August 3, 2012 — 9:34 AM
Menolly says:
I don’t know when it happened exactly, but it was then that I realized my life was one part after school special, one part end of world scenario.
August 3, 2012 — 9:34 AM
Darlene Underdahl says:
It was ten in the morning, and Mac was still sober because he was running the saw.
August 3, 2012 — 9:46 AM
Brenda says:
There are three basic problems with werewolves: first of all, being that close to the animal makes them irritable and unpredictable by human standards; secondly, they are as territorial as a child protecting some ill-gotten candy or toys; thirdly and most pressingly, an irritable, unpredictable, territorial werewolf was starring me down in my own bar, trying to force me into submission.
August 3, 2012 — 9:56 AM
Albert Berg says:
The way Pinky figured it 26 was the perfect age to die.
August 3, 2012 — 9:57 AM
ChiaLynn says:
A goat was eating the roof.
August 3, 2012 — 10:00 AM
Garrett Fitzgerald says:
I wish I could believe I didn’t deserve to die like this, but given my week it just feels like I finally reached the punchline to a long twisted joke, and who couldn’t use a good laugh?
August 3, 2012 — 10:02 AM
joshua m. neff says:
The day Jacob Westinger walked through the mirror was not the strangest day of his life, although it was definitely in the top five.
August 3, 2012 — 10:06 AM
Lugh says:
Have you ever gotten absolutely everything you ever wanted? I have. It sucks.
August 3, 2012 — 10:13 AM
Stephen G. Zoldi says:
When she picked up the stranger’s fallen wallet, she smelled blood.
August 3, 2012 — 10:19 AM
Icarus Mortis says:
It was a horrible, shitty day; one moment Anna was standing there, smiling back at me sweetly as I returned with ice cream, and in the next, she was gone.
August 3, 2012 — 10:23 AM
Bryon Quertermous says:
Little fucker couldn’t understand why I was freaking out so I grabbed the zombie arm crawling up his leg and smacked him with it.
August 3, 2012 — 10:25 AM
David Z says:
“You shouldn’t drink Red Bull with that,” the green fairy said.
August 3, 2012 — 10:25 AM
Johann Thorsson says:
The boy wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the gathered crowd of armed men and decided to try again.
August 3, 2012 — 10:27 AM
DelilahSDawson says:
Thursday was out to get me.
August 3, 2012 — 10:34 AM
Kathlyn Hawley says:
“What in hell’s bells do you think you are doing?” demanded Lisa as she raised her fist to punch Stacy firmly in the jaw.
August 3, 2012 — 10:40 AM
Katrina says:
When he woke up, Charlie figured today was a good day to die; but then he remembered that The Sick Sallys were playing at the venue tonight and decided tomorrow would be better.
August 3, 2012 — 10:41 AM
Andrija Popovic says:
“I don’t know who said it, but it’s true: life is wasted on the living.”
August 3, 2012 — 10:47 AM
Drew Bittner says:
Two minutes after the world ended, my coffee was finally cool enough to drink.
August 3, 2012 — 10:48 AM
George W. Copeland says:
Watching the sheriff’s cruiser trundle up the dirt road, Belton flicked the cigarette away: he resented a man forced him to kill his wife before he was damn good and ready.
August 3, 2012 — 10:53 AM
Peta says:
The body in the library wasn’t the problem.
August 3, 2012 — 10:54 AM
Steve Robinson says:
“And that’s when the marksman shot my bollocks off”. I sighed. I wasn’t drunk enough for this conversation.
August 3, 2012 — 10:54 AM