I'm trying to accomplish some writing this summer. I'll be
posting some tidbits here, though most of my more serious, potentially
final work won't make it on to the internet.
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This was an exercise from a writing book I have. Apparently the first sentence of a story is what often draws the reader in, so I was supposed to come up with ten different "first sentences." I tried for the most part to just write what first came to mind.
- Nikki laid in bed, breathing in the still night air, wondering what would happen if she pulled the moon in closer.
- It was mid-September before Jim Jenkins realized he had not a dime left to his name.
- If only Carlson had remembered to shut the door after he left, he would still have a home to come back to.
- The fire had taken everything, even those miserable drapes.
- Midnight was a terrible time to be waiting for the bus.
- Jonathan boarded the plane, giving one last glance to the home he would never see again.
- Eric knew that the fractured and splintered window was the only thing keeping the creature on the outside, but right now that was the least of his worries.
- "Don't stop for nothin'," Charlie warned Sharon, "even if it means you gotta' take some of 'em with you."
- Judging by his slow, menacing pace and the way he shifted his weight from side to side, the man coming straight at Peter was carrying something heavy in that pack of his.
- The stars all seemed to blink at once, in one simultaneous chord.
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