Give us your best first line for a story-- your best sentence that will grab your readers by their toes and whisk them along on a magical/amazing/fabulous/intense journey.
The rules:
-one sentence
-posted as a comment to this post
-posted BEFORE 11:59 pm on June 15th
-in English :o)
-any type of story, any genre. It doesn't even have to be a story you've written yet!
On June 16th, we'll post all the entries and allow two weeks for the voting.
The contest:
-all entries will be posted on a new blog post
-readers of this blog will vote for the sentence they like the best
-the winner gets to take their pick from the prizes
-the 2nd runner up will take their pick from the remaining prizes, and so on until all the prizes are gone
The prizes:
-a $20 gift card to Amazon
-a personal blog button created by our uber-talented Julie Danes (she designs our blog buttons)
-a 10 page critique offered by one of our amazing bloggers
-a super-duper blog shout-out interview on this blog
-a story conversion to a Kindle e-reader format
-and possibly something else because I think I'm forgetting one! ;o)
Any questions?
Post your story starter sentence below!
Good luck!
19 comments:
Silvya forced herself to breathe, even though the smell in the tiny room was enough to make anyone who inhaled pass out.
Prize clarification: your manuscript could be converted to Kindle or ePub format, or both.
Okay, let’s be up front about something: I’m a dog.
The moment Suzie smiled at me I realized I'd forgotten to blackmail her.
I know they're coming, it's just a matter of time.
"Guilty!"
You could say it was a typical Monday morning, like you'd expect any typical story to begin, but this Monday morning was a bit too atypical to be typical: this Monday morning, robot dinosaurs from outer space robbed the world of every last bottle of sunscreen, dooming the pasty white people to a lifetime of suffering --and then Agent Harold Gunderson woke up.
Asher laid his hand on the ragged rock framing the doorway into the mountain.
The detective walked silently around the dark corner of yet another creepy house, and was hit in the face with a pie.
The first time Taemon's brother tried to kill him was the night Uncle Fierre came over with his unisphere.
The scariest place for me was in my mind, so I twisted my hair tight enough to squeeze out all my thoughts.
She inhaled the scent of fresh cut grass, passed the squishy water balloon from hand to hand and felt alive like the bass that had tugged on her line just that morning--summer breezed in, her summer, and she was ready to sail.
I wanted to climb instead of fall, but the sinking feeling kept pulling me down.
The curtains in the open window hung still and motionless despite the storm raging behind them.
Snow falls gently from my bedroom ceiling, dusting the room in a moon-glow pearlescence reminiscient of mom's fairy cupcakes.
I know there is a big humongous scary monster under my bed because
I can hear him snore at night.
I never expected such priceless gems to emerge from something so ordinary.
If my parents would have told me I was a Guardian, with a family obligation to protect the world, I could have planned a little better.
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