Last week’s challenge: Life Is Hell.
I love this challenge because it always generates some interesting results.
It’s easy in concept, difficult in execution:
Come up with a great opening line.
That’s it.
Take that line, and drop it into the comments below.
BUT WAIT.
As they say, THERE’S MORE.
This opening line must be one sentence long — no more than that. Anything longer and I will publicly laugh at your inability to stick to the barest-of-bones submission guidelines.
I’d suggest avoiding some very cliched openings — previous challenges have yielded three overwrought motifs in this particular challenge, those three being:
Blood.
A gun.
Someone about to die / someone already dead (future corpse / current corpse).
So, maybe avoid those things unless you really think you can nail it.
The trick to writing a great opening line is keeping it brief, and yet at the same time suggesting a great deal of potential — an opening line is equal parts promise and fish-hook stuck in the reader’s brain-meats. It should make us want to read the rest of the story. Or, even better, make us as writers want to write the rest of that story (and par usual, that will be the nature of next Friday’s challenge). Nailing the opening line is a Samurai move — it’s delivering a single sword blow to end the match.
There will be a prize.
I’ll pick three that I love. And those three will get the first as-yet-unreleased e-book copies of my newest writing book, 500 Ways To Write Harder. You’ll get the book in PDF, ePub, and Kindle formats, all DRM-free because, really, fuck DRM right in its digital sphincter.
You have one week to get your lines in the door. Due firmly by noon EST on April 18th. I will then pick winners over the next week thereafter. You are allowed one entry, no more. Additional entries disqualify you.
So.
One opening line.
Make it sharp.
Win a book.
Drop it in the comments.
Jean Marie Bauhaus says:
When the sky goes green, you take cover — if you’re smart; if not, you stand on the porch, crack open a beer, fire up the video camera, and wait.
April 15, 2014 — 10:48 PM
Shelly Tennyson Taylor says:
Staring at the stranger in the mirror, he realized something inside of him was broken and it wasn’t anything a hot shower and a razor could ever fix.
April 15, 2014 — 10:51 PM
Diana McDowell says:
Snuggled in the warmth of flannel sheets and a thick comforter, Jenna yawns desperately waiting for the sleep that has yet to come.
April 16, 2014 — 1:09 AM
Alison Luna says:
There was a bird in the tree.
April 16, 2014 — 1:11 AM
georgie538 says:
The first cut is not always the deepest.
April 16, 2014 — 2:24 AM
springinkerl says:
Took your line for this week’s challenge 🙂
http://springinkerl.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/flash-fiction-the-first-cut/
April 20, 2014 — 4:37 PM
Maggie Maxwell says:
The worst part of being born into the cult of a death god, Patella thought, was definitely the skeletal babysitter.
April 16, 2014 — 11:30 AM
punkeroo2 says:
It might finally be safe to move, if she was brave enough to try.
April 16, 2014 — 11:45 AM
Tom Shearer says:
The Snarling Dog was the type of tavern where only the most desperate, vile, and wretched people went looking for help, therefore I walked in.
April 16, 2014 — 12:14 PM
Tammy L. Murray says:
Lindsay Edwards wandered through the barren rooms of her childhood home, letting the memories wash over her one more time.
April 16, 2014 — 12:38 PM
AE Smith says:
If you’ve never taken the treacherous path across the sunset plain to observe the migration of the majestic and mythical Bowdeer, then I’m telling you now: don’t fucking bother.
April 16, 2014 — 2:38 PM
Rebecca Shuttleworth says:
Plummeting, Daria closed her eyes and resigned herself to the fall, concentrating only on the effort of becoming lighter, weightless, free.
April 16, 2014 — 2:59 PM
imkirkwoodIMKirkwood says:
Nice and smooth.
April 16, 2014 — 5:35 PM
Southpaw says:
I like it!
April 17, 2014 — 8:26 PM
imkirkwoodIMKirkwood says:
It was quiet. Even the faucet drip had stopped.
April 16, 2014 — 5:33 PM
Elkjo says:
I closed my mouth, opened the door, and left.
April 16, 2014 — 9:20 PM
J. Lannan (@jLannan) says:
This is why real assassins don’t get their orders via a game of Telephone.
April 16, 2014 — 11:23 PM
tinnboxx says:
Ha!
April 17, 2014 — 9:03 AM
Andy says:
I have been bested with aplomb.
April 17, 2014 — 12:07 PM
Southpaw says:
Cute!
April 17, 2014 — 8:22 PM
Elizabeth Mitchell says:
A cool silk wind ran through my open window to brush against my goosebumps – today was a day made for flying.
April 17, 2014 — 12:51 AM
tedra says:
Ooh that’s good!
April 24, 2014 — 8:45 PM
Sam Phillips says:
So dere I waz, sandwiched between a facking giant blonde monsta wiv showl’das da size ov an ouz an uh crayta fays kid wiv a serioz bref mint need.
April 17, 2014 — 6:12 AM
Rio says:
I pray to all of the gods that this isn’t serious.
April 18, 2014 — 3:59 PM
tinnboxx says:
“Well, shit,” Tracey grumbled as he watched the tail lights disappear into the desert night, leaving him shivering naked in the sand; “That asshole stole my lucky lighter.”
April 17, 2014 — 8:54 AM
Eoin Brady says:
A bullying silence muffled the final, fatal wretches of the engine, the propeller whirled slowly into focus before stopping, the horizon flew past the windshield revealing the patch work quilt of burning fields below,
April 17, 2014 — 10:46 AM
Andy says:
This time, I knew that I could make it through at least three of the seven pies, four if my stomach generously decided to digest at warp speed.
April 17, 2014 — 12:06 PM
M Durant says:
Rani wasn’t the “I’ll have the special” kind of girl, but today was already weird.
April 17, 2014 — 1:38 PM
susanpen says:
It was Tuesday and Tuesday had never been a lucky day for her.
April 17, 2014 — 3:58 PM
Samantha i says:
He smiled through his sigh as his son looked up at him uncertainly, and gently peeled back Tavi’s soft, sooty fingers, which were still stubbornly clutching a charred chunk of woman’s hair.
April 17, 2014 — 4:02 PM
taisin says:
I hope I’m plain: having a face of beauty or ugliness eternally hidden by a mask is a way too melodramatic for any person with good taste.
April 17, 2014 — 4:41 PM
abillyhiggins says:
“You are unworthy,” the eldritch horror said, and that’s how I realized Grandma was an eldritch horror.
April 17, 2014 — 5:45 PM
RDDuncan says:
I knew I was in trouble when my fingers started smoking.
April 17, 2014 — 7:01 PM
elina says:
Awesome! What happens next? 😀
April 22, 2014 — 2:22 PM
Kurt Bali says:
Hannibal held a wand in one hand with a smoking gun in the other, a wizard lying dead at his feet.
April 17, 2014 — 7:34 PM
Raschel-Miette says:
Butter’s kisses always felt like either promises or apologies, and it got so every time she laid those pearlised wedges on me I had a mind to wonder if I were about to experience bliss of a kind that would raise my soul, or the righteous anger only she could wrought of me.
April 17, 2014 — 9:25 PM
Travis M. Hicks says:
“What happened isn’t what’s important,” my lawyer reminded me, “it’s the way you tell your story.”
April 17, 2014 — 10:14 PM
MelissaClare says:
He’d haunted her for three years, and she still hadn’t noticed.
April 18, 2014 — 2:25 AM
momdude says:
I used your opening line for the next week’s Challenge. Thank you for getting me started.
http://pauljwillett.com/2014/04/24/flash-fiction-haunting/
April 25, 2014 — 3:01 AM
MelissaClare says:
You gave my day a much needed laugh. 🙂
April 18, 2014 — 2:26 AM
MelissaClare says:
Uh, shit. This reply was supposed to be to @abillyhiggins, above. Apparently I shouldn’t be working a keyboard right now.
April 18, 2014 — 2:27 AM
Kveldman says:
I’ve been told silence is golden, but this silence was dirty black oil, filling the room and seeping into our ears and our eyes and our souls.
April 18, 2014 — 2:28 AM
Christopher says:
The herds of bison and elk were fleeing Yellowstone in record numbers, but they weren’t fleeing an impending eruption.
April 18, 2014 — 3:27 AM
kamackinnon says:
Sarah Jane Smith climbed into the narrow bed in her own small apartment on Monday night and woke up on Tuesday morning in the warehouse of lost things.
April 18, 2014 — 9:07 AM
Norma Parfitt says:
Is that the Sarah Jane Smith from Dr Who by any chance? I like it, it’s a neat opening
April 19, 2014 — 2:43 AM
rhyfry says:
Mmm giggle dr.who
April 19, 2014 — 10:50 PM
Andreah Grove says:
My life was a trembling ribbon of awakenings.
April 18, 2014 — 10:41 AM
Jason DeVrieze says:
I’ve been thrown through six bank offices, thirty-seven investment firms, twelve fast food franchises and, currently, through one funeral home, all in the name of Truth, Justice, and Major Insurance Fraud.
April 18, 2014 — 11:48 AM
eporter70 says:
Liz Riley’s lungs were tight, legs pumping as she chased the young man down the paved alleyway, zig-zagging around the puddles that a mid-May Tucson downpour had left behind.
April 18, 2014 — 9:07 PM
Lance Blair (@lanceblairVO) says:
By Thursday, it was looking more and more like I would never make it to work this week.
April 18, 2014 — 10:01 PM
Irena says:
I should have known that firing a gun in the middle of a crowded concert was a bad idea.
April 20, 2014 — 5:16 AM
thenotebook183 says:
I was going to visit you at your home but I thought you might shoot me. “Thought?” I asked.
April 21, 2014 — 2:58 PM