While enjoying the holidays with my relatives, I started a game of taking common phrases from our conversations, and using them as the first line in a novel that could be written.
For example, my young cousin was worried about the line of clouds on the horizon as we drove back from Home Depot and her comment could be used as an opening line…
“Those dark clouds are getting closer; I hope we beat them home”
So what can you come up with?..I think you should be able to think of a better line than the one I posted! (Good taste, the general tone of the SDMB, and FCC rules prevent me from submitting the better ones from the family gathering)
from by website in MSN communities
No one really cared what the time or date was anymore. All that mattered was that was next on the people’s favorite entertainment network. (PfEN)
As the monsoon Raged outside the tumbledown shack, Julio calmly ate cornuts while Donald nervously bit his nails waiting for him to reach the one spiked with horseradish.
The king proudly stood on his balcony watching the sun rise over his kingdom completely unaware that 54 penguins were wrecking the royal dining room where his breakfast waited.
While Elle stood surveying the gruesome scene, she came to the conclusion that she had never seen so much mayonnaise in her life.
Bob had only ducked into the clockshop to escape the rain, but once inside, he discovered the store devoid of sound. Hundreds of running clocks, without a single tick.
Ever since the terrible night that his shoe caught fire, Fuzz Kramer had never been able to shake the nickname.
Charlie noticed that the bus stop wasn’t crowded any more and he knew that despite his hours of waiting, he would simply not board a bus until he was positive of what one looked like.
I first knew Eugene’s sanity could be in trouble when he was fired from his job for trashing the typewriter which he confided to me was laughing at him.
He didn’t have much time to think. All he knew was that he had three minutes to get the entire body in the trash disposal before his Hungry Jack was done.
Have you heard of the Bulwer-Lytton fiction contest? It’s where you can submit some really long first line of writing that could belong in a book. (generally, they’re really terrible… but it’s amusing as well)
That said, my first line of a new novel would be: “You’re a mister and I’m a girl!”
“Had it not been for the asteroid, Georgette might have thoroughly enjoyed her spinach and feta omelet, despite the coffee being a bit on the cool side and not at all the vanilla mocha Kona she had ordered, but such things were to be expected, what with the Purge and all, and she was in remarkably good spirits even as the other patrons ran screaming from the diner.”
Gairloch
