Last week’s challenge: “The Secret Door.”
I love a good opening line.
You lead with a great first line in a story, man, that’s just hooks you right away, doesn’t it? It’s like a key to a door. Opens up the world and your interest in it lickety-split.
So, that’s what I want from you.
I want you to write one opening line.
And then I’ll pick three.
And if those three people are in the United States, I’ll send them a copy of my book, The Blue Blazes, when it comes out. If you’re in the UK or anywhere else across the big wide world, you may have to settle for a digital copy, but I’ll make sure to get you one just the same.
Now, some rules:
A line means one sentence, not two, not three.
You get one entry, not two, not three.
Put your entry in the comments below.
I’ll pick three of my favorites by the close of Thursday the 11th (11:59PM) and then the following challenge next Friday will be for you folks to pick one of the three opening lines and write a story based on it. Which means you also might want to take a gander at these suggestions:
Shorter is better than longer.
Try too to keep in mind that you’re writing an opening line for other stories; the trick is to write something engaging while still writing a line that could apply to a great many styles and genres of story. Something that appeals and hooks in this case not just readers but other writers, too.
You’re writing lines for potential, is my point.
That’s how I’ll pick my favorites. Based on their potential to make interesting stories.
So! You’ve got a little less than one week.
One opening line. Let’s see what you’ve got.
authorlady22 says:
Gin made it a point to hate things that her mother found pleasant – lavender soap, sunshine, Fourth of July fireworks – but especially her tomato-shaped pin cushion.
April 5, 2013 — 2:26 PM
sarahwedgbrow says:
just saying…I LOVE this one.
April 5, 2013 — 10:24 PM
Tim Niederriter says:
I didn’t recognize anyone in the room, but they all turned when I entered.
April 5, 2013 — 2:28 PM
lillian888 says:
When the ice sculptures blew up, I knew it was time to leave.
April 5, 2013 — 2:30 PM
Jennifer Brozek says:
Falling was not the whole of her being, but it was the first thing she recognized.
April 5, 2013 — 2:31 PM
Andy Boyan says:
The smoke rose, and the vermin fled.
April 5, 2013 — 2:36 PM
alexanderthesoso says:
The light of the campfire flickered across her face, casting shadows across her cheeks, and I was reminded again of why I once loved her.
April 5, 2013 — 2:49 PM
Martes says:
I love you Jennifer.
April 5, 2013 — 2:49 PM
Laura M. Barker (@SoLauraBarker) says:
It was the pain from the straps around his wrists and ankles that woke him, that and the smell of gasoline.
April 5, 2013 — 3:03 PM
BJH says:
The toddler seemed not to notice that the rug on which he was playing was covered in dried blood.
April 5, 2013 — 3:08 PM
Louise says:
On this day we are forced to remember.
April 5, 2013 — 3:16 PM
K.C. Wise says:
She stared at the long and manicured loc that had fallen, in its entirety, into her bathroom sink.
April 5, 2013 — 3:21 PM
Graham Strong says:
When I met Hannah she was already on death row, and though I had seen the pictures and the evidence and knew that she could be nothing but guilty, I still could not believe this delicate tulip sitting in front of me behind three inches of glass was capable of filleting a fish, never mind a former cop — and that was my first mistake.
April 5, 2013 — 3:26 PM
M. Chapman says:
My body registered the searing pain as another drop of some acrid acid, which smelled strangely like glue, splashed into my eye socket, forcing my body to twitch, which in turn resulting in a dull thud as my limbs once again collided with my cold, metallic bonds.
April 5, 2013 — 3:35 PM
Denise McInerney says:
Lainie watched in fascination as Uncle Mort’s body bounced down the stairs, his head whacking each mahogany tread with a dull thunk, thunk, thunk in perfect syncopation with the grateful beating of her heart.
April 5, 2013 — 3:47 PM
Paul Grignon says:
The nocturne promised romance, of supple limbs suffused by moonlight, and soft sweet breaths upon loins held sway by the hypnotic rhythm of night.
April 5, 2013 — 3:55 PM
Eric Wojciechowski says:
It wasn’t that the ultra-sound tech told me one arm ended in a suction cup but that it was the third she’d seen that week.
April 5, 2013 — 4:20 PM
Sofia Zappi says:
You are fired.
April 5, 2013 — 3:59 PM
Beau Hall says:
I wasn’t always dead; it just happened.
April 5, 2013 — 4:11 PM
Sofia Zappi says:
Nice
April 5, 2013 — 5:55 PM
Lester Nieves says:
All I wanted was to make sure her beautiful eyes stared back at me with the coldness that only comes after death.
April 5, 2013 — 4:19 PM
Lester Nieves says:
**Correction** (It took me far too long to notice the damned typo… -_-”
All I wanted was to make her beautiful eyes stare back at me with the coldness that only comes after death.
April 6, 2013 — 1:31 AM
Shonnerz says:
Creepy…I like it.
April 6, 2013 — 8:25 AM
@anothershoe says:
“The world has layers, boy,” he whispered. “Sometimes it’s better not to see what’s underneath.”
April 5, 2013 — 4:33 PM
Carrie Wachob (@CarrieWachob) says:
It was fun, as far as blind dates go, until one of us murdered the other.
April 5, 2013 — 4:57 PM
Andrew Jack says:
It’s always midnight somewhere.
April 5, 2013 — 4:58 PM
Denise Lewis says:
Like it!
April 6, 2013 — 12:45 PM
Andrew Jack says:
@Beau Hall Nice! Great opening line 🙂
April 5, 2013 — 4:59 PM
beauhall says:
Thanks. Been holding on to that one for too long.
April 7, 2013 — 1:28 PM
Caitlin Levine says:
Damn.
April 5, 2013 — 5:14 PM
Sunee says:
At first, nothing happened.
April 5, 2013 — 5:35 PM
Abby says:
“We need to talk.”
April 5, 2013 — 5:56 PM
Johann Thorsson says:
Nathan forces himself back up from the ground on red and raw knuckles and through eyes blurred by beating he sees that the three boys, all bigger then himself, are still going at it with the girl, laughing and cheering, and he takes a deep breath and says softly, not for the first time: “Get away from her!”
(In medias res, mathafackas!)
April 5, 2013 — 6:02 PM
Robert Forrester says:
“all bigger then himself” ??
April 6, 2013 — 7:17 AM
Johann Thorsson says:
Dammit.
That should say “all bigger than him”, shouldn’t it? Or what?
April 6, 2013 — 7:27 AM
Jason Heitkamper says:
“My brother’s birth was preceded by three distinct and inexplicable phenomena.”
April 5, 2013 — 6:10 PM
nuyangwriter says:
Carter fucked women the same way he lived his life: hard and fast.
April 5, 2013 — 6:10 PM
Shonnerz says:
Excellent!!
April 8, 2013 — 2:40 PM
Cris Testerman says:
She wanted to take it back.
April 5, 2013 — 6:25 PM
Ben Dodge says:
Never try shoot the messenger when the messenger’s packing an Avenger- it only gets messier from there.
April 5, 2013 — 6:53 PM
Ben Dodge says:
[Typo, sorry]
Never try shooting the messenger when the messenger’s packing an Avenger- it only gets messier from there.
April 5, 2013 — 6:56 PM
Amy says:
There’s few things more annoying than a bored alien.
April 5, 2013 — 7:05 PM
Amy says:
*There are few things more annoying than a bored alien.
Damn typos.
April 6, 2013 — 9:40 PM
Brian Bleck says:
Veblen, as prolific at increasing the branches of his family tree as at expanding his empire, clenched his jaw as he snuck into the darkness of the beach and away from everything he had built.
April 5, 2013 — 7:12 PM
T.J. Honey says:
He pushed me over the edge to witness my demise and I was free falling now, wondering what it felt like to die.
April 5, 2013 — 7:26 PM
Marion says:
The campfire was a beacon in the moonless night.
April 5, 2013 — 7:29 PM
jreinmiller says:
New blood was congealing on the old floor.
April 5, 2013 — 7:55 PM
Jasen Ramon says:
I could be rubbing one out in peace instead of these fucktards clawing at my genitals, but no, I had to go that extra inch.
April 5, 2013 — 9:01 PM
sammy53597 says:
I’m pretty sure- okay I’m 100% sure- I was drunk at the time.
April 5, 2013 — 9:14 PM
Melanie says:
Fucking A was what I wanted to say, but my report card showed differently.
April 5, 2013 — 9:25 PM
Troy L says:
My embarassment was not because I was naked but that I was hurtling toward Earth.
April 5, 2013 — 9:29 PM
ccroese says:
Do you want me to tell you about the best day of my life?
April 5, 2013 — 9:53 PM
Jeff says:
Born lame, he died climbing Everest.
April 5, 2013 — 10:32 PM
Sarah says:
If you thought your life was boring before, try being dead for a change.
April 5, 2013 — 10:54 PM
Tracy James Jones says:
“Never leave your house on auto-pilot,’ I said serious to the crowd before me…
April 6, 2013 — 12:46 AM
Nina Zottoli says:
Only six of us left alive in that agate dawn, but four still dismissed as harmless the faint almond scent bittering the breeze.
April 6, 2013 — 12:49 AM
Cassandra Cholaki says:
Opening Pandora’s Box was nothing compared to what was about to happen!
April 6, 2013 — 12:59 AM
Michala Teelucksingh says:
After drawing that extra pink line on the cheap dollar store pregnancy test. I was certain to get my foot into the door, and then I could kill the bitch he called mom.
April 6, 2013 — 1:46 AM
Joe Petty says:
Erick floated in the air like an angel; his wings were clipped and in place were two taut wire cords attached to his shoulder blades.
April 6, 2013 — 2:15 AM
Maya says:
Roderick Trench woke atop a snow covered roof, his head resting on his violin case.
April 6, 2013 — 2:30 AM
headspitams says:
Julian tilted the cup, munched latte froth, his legs crossed, and asked Caroline how she thought Jane Austen would have treated a severe case of hemorrhoids.
April 6, 2013 — 3:29 AM
Mich Masoch says:
When she finally spotted him in the crowd, the first words that came to mind were virgin in a whorehouse.
April 6, 2013 — 3:31 AM