Last week I asked you for the last sentence of a story.
This week, I’m asking you for the first sentence of a different story.
How this will work is this:
Next week, I will pick ten of each, allowing you to then randomly choose from that selection for an opening and final sentence to a short story you’ll write.
But that means we need another sentence that will start this unwritten story.
So, get to doing that.
You again have one week.
Due by Friday, August 25th, noon EST.
Pop the sentence in the comments below. Please only one sentence, and keep it to under 13 words long. You may begin.
shadesofcyan says:
Martin spread the folders out on the table, “These two.”
August 18, 2017 — 12:03 PM
Lisa says:
I’d read this. Nicely done.
August 18, 2017 — 1:35 PM
shadesofcyan says:
Thank you!!
August 18, 2017 — 2:15 PM
Sophie Giroir says:
In all of my travels, my experiences, my failures and successes, I have come to one undeniable conclusion.
August 18, 2017 — 12:12 PM
Patrick B. says:
The Bearded Lady won the first race by more than a hair.
August 18, 2017 — 12:13 PM
Neocognitron says:
The old bone key fit perfectly into my hand, and turned with a click.
August 18, 2017 — 12:14 PM
michelledevilliersart says:
Bron knew that most magic was just stuff that she couldn’t explain.
August 18, 2017 — 12:15 PM
Gayle says:
The President was led away in handcuffs as the crowd outside the Whitehouse cheered.
August 18, 2017 — 12:16 PM
Tom Byrne says:
It’s a bad day when you’re barrelling across a desert pursued by a vampire.
August 18, 2017 — 12:19 PM
J.W. Martin says:
Ha! Love this one!
August 18, 2017 — 12:56 PM
Tom Byrne says:
Thank you! 🙂
August 18, 2017 — 12:59 PM
Rebeca says:
She found the dragon beneath her sycamore, his scales a shimmering white, like a fragment of moonlight had settled on the Earth.
August 18, 2017 — 12:24 PM
pulplives says:
Rick picked up the phone and heard the familiar voice say, “Ms. Quill’s dead.”
August 18, 2017 — 12:24 PM
The Writer says:
I have a bad feeling about this.
August 18, 2017 — 12:30 PM
Christine Lashinski says:
Her chin rose and her eyes narrowed communicating without words that I was the biggest idiot she’d ever met.
August 18, 2017 — 12:33 PM
Nicole Evans says:
An alert signaled in on Echo’s internal terminal.
August 18, 2017 — 12:34 PM
Janet M Martin says:
The odd man remained silent, forcing a small, copper box into my hands.
August 18, 2017 — 12:37 PM
Eva says:
This was my favorite pub in town, shame you had to come.
August 18, 2017 — 12:38 PM
Eric Kovach says:
Most people called it the murder tower, but I called it Xanadu.
August 18, 2017 — 12:39 PM
Margaret Porter says:
Della knew her poem had no meaning, but Paul’s reaction summoned the cops.
August 18, 2017 — 12:39 PM
Tom Adams says:
Two unspeakable options?
August 18, 2017 — 12:41 PM
Rob says:
Jada inhaled, closed her eyes, and stepped forward.
August 18, 2017 — 12:44 PM
Dirck says:
This morning, I decided I would deal with the reeking corpse AFTER coffee.
August 18, 2017 — 12:45 PM
Helene says:
It was a dark and stormy night, and I was to blame.
😉
August 18, 2017 — 12:46 PM
Rebecca Douglass says:
I like it. Nice twist on the old line.
August 25, 2017 — 12:39 AM
the story hive says:
“Step on it!” the mermaid flopped into the passenger seat, and buckled up.
August 18, 2017 — 12:47 PM
J.W. Martin says:
We fought them with all our military power and they didn’t even notice.
August 18, 2017 — 12:55 PM
Piet says:
The bodies were bobbing on the sea, and a raft drifted behind.
August 18, 2017 — 12:56 PM
The Urban Spaceman says:
Six days after Nina arrived at the writers’ retreat, there was an incident.
August 18, 2017 — 1:05 PM
M.R. Dorough says:
Eventually, our disgust turned to pleasure. We even added our own personal twists.
August 18, 2017 — 1:20 PM
Katherine Anne Hetzel says:
The dress she wore was not naturally red; it was bloodied.
August 18, 2017 — 1:21 PM
Ridley Kemp says:
If you’re reading this, then it’s too late to save me-damn those butterflies.
August 18, 2017 — 1:28 PM
Lisa says:
“Flip the coin, Marcel, and consider: do you believe in destiny?”
August 18, 2017 — 1:34 PM
Karen Hilstad says:
The ungodly hour was upon us.
August 18, 2017 — 1:34 PM
mugg9j says:
Everyone tells me to let go, no one describes how to do that.
August 18, 2017 — 1:46 PM
Bridget Casey says:
Dead bodies don’t usually make me scream.
August 18, 2017 — 2:20 PM
Chris Mackey says:
I opened my eyes and thought, “Since when do I have a penis?”
August 18, 2017 — 2:46 PM
Bryan McNeill says:
“It makes you stand back and say, Holy Shit, when that happens huh”
August 18, 2017 — 3:00 PM
Vicente L Ruiz says:
“Ready or not, here I go!” he said, as he licked his fangs.
August 18, 2017 — 3:04 PM
dammityammit says:
Deep inside the twisting wood, there is a house, in a gully.
August 18, 2017 — 3:07 PM
Anna says:
You know it’s Monday when you find a severed head in the fridge.
August 18, 2017 — 3:30 PM
inkgrrl says:
The old man lay in the hospital bed, a crust of skin stretched over fragile bone.
August 18, 2017 — 3:54 PM
Liz says:
Pat was a paradox, one no amount of logic could save.
August 18, 2017 — 4:10 PM
misterangstrom says:
“Keep walking, Bobby, or else them skeevy bastards’ll never quit this bullshit.”
August 18, 2017 — 4:23 PM
Charles Junior says:
Putting your best foot forward is always important when it comes to demon slaying.
August 18, 2017 — 4:55 PM
Matthew Marchitto (@ThewTheSlightly) says:
“For fuck’s sake, are you kidding me?”
August 18, 2017 — 5:13 PM
Jane Sellman says:
As I stared at the coffeemaker, I heard knocking. “FBI, open the door.”
August 18, 2017 — 5:41 PM
disperser says:
No one thinks about the shoes, but you need really a really good pair before you go off to change the world.
August 18, 2017 — 5:44 PM
Wordificer says:
Aiming Big Bertha at him was when it all started to go wrong.
August 18, 2017 — 6:27 PM
Echoe Jones says:
Swear you won’t tell anyone, but Auntie’s alive.
August 18, 2017 — 6:31 PM
Mozette says:
I opened my eyes to the sunny day outside, “Oh, damn, I’m alive again.”
August 18, 2017 — 7:44 PM
Marjorie Cutting says:
She was given the choice of three men for a husband. Two she knew well. One steady, one younger than her and one she didn’t know.
August 18, 2017 — 7:58 PM
Margaret Porter says:
There was a needle, a rope and a fingernail on the table.
August 18, 2017 — 8:14 PM
Nat says:
No one had ever bothered to tell her about this part.
August 18, 2017 — 8:31 PM
Katie M Little says:
The man lying in the aisle was dead, there was no screaming, only shocked silence.
August 18, 2017 — 8:32 PM