Flash Fiction Challenge: The Kick-Ass Opening Line

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.


448 responses to “Flash Fiction Challenge: The Kick-Ass Opening Line”

  1. The basket of chicken flew across the room while the infinitely large explosion of gunshots blasted through the door.

  2. Harry wasn’t smart enough to work out how the Cheval Blanc ’47 ended up on the table but was he astute enough to stick around while she found out?

  3. Welcome to Wisconsin may be printed on the sign, but I am finally out of Illinois flashes through my mind as a thin smile emerges on my face.

  4. By my calculation, the combined speed when my nose collided with her buttocks was
    well over 20 miles an hour.

  5. I should have been figuring out how to dispose of Mr. Whitlock’s eviscerated remains, yet I found myself reflecting on the fact that just 4 hours earlier I was in the restroom at work staring at the empty roll of toilet paper wondering how my day could get any worse.

  6. When most problem gamblers lose all their money to the devil, they bet their houses and cars; my father bet me.

  7. The heel of the boot twists down on his cheek, smearing his eye’s view up shiny black leather, muffling the metallic “CLICK!” and her sweet voice: “It’s not that I don’t love you . . . I’m just not in love with you.”

  8. The realisation blossomed darkly, like a spreading stain of ink, that what I’d just done was irreversible.

  9. This is the story of how I saved the world from the apocalypse by locking myself in a hotel room for three days with a pound of coke.

  10. The door still swinging on its hinges, and my jacket flung, I poured myself three fingers of Thoughtless Gentleman and flopped onto my couch too late to see the dead man already sprawled upon it.

  11. Silently falling, passing the lit and unlit windows of the office tower, he contemplated his last choices in life.

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