First Lines

The wall closed rapidly on him, and for a second Tom couldn't remember ever having been in a cannon.
 
He threw the bundle into the river, watched it float away in the moonlight, then got back into his car where he cried until the sun rose.
 
theres no business like showbusiness, but sticking a gun up someones nose and grinning is a good second.
 
I couldn't stop the letter as it fluttered out of my hands and into the fire, and I would never see those words again.
 
The release of blood as I slit her Jagular vein was ecxtacy; the taste of it was even better.
 
This is a longer one, but it just came to me.

They had faces like angels. Flawless beauty...on the outside. Inside they were vile, disgusting and ugly. Hunters, but not your normal hunters. Their prey were people. It's like a game if you get caught they kill you, you lose. If you get away alive you win, but they never let anyone get away, they hunt you forever, so guess what you always lose. I'm their personal caddy. What is my prize for assisting them on their murderous rampage? I get to live another day, that's incentive enough for me.
 
He was going to disappoint an unbelievably large number of people today.
 
As the dropped crampons tumbled into the depths of the North Face, he realised that the mountain had killed him. Oh, he would breathe, think, feel a little longer - but he was dead, nonetheless.
 
As he looked up and saw the rapidly falling piano, the only thing he could think of was: This would make a great idea for a comedy sketch.

(I thought I'd try my hand at humorous writing. Although I guess it's difficult to write comedy well in novel form.)
 
"That's one dumb-ass assasin," Detective Jones thought to himself as he watched the man push the piano off the rooftop.

(I was doubly inspired!)
 
The five horsemen charged recklessly through the narrow moon-lit streets, silver chain glinting from beneath dark robes as they trampled those unlucky few who were either too drunk or too daft to reach safety.
 

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