First Lines

[Pyar]

Opening his eyes, Mr. Boabi saw what he imagined to be the face of a siren, never before had he seen one so upclose. Slowly he pushed the body that was on top of him away and looked around. The creatures were everywhere in all sorts of positions. Mr. Boabi was getting good at killing those poor things, unfortunately for them.

 

[Interference]

Constant irritation. A sense of being and not being; a feeling, an indefinable need and, yes, she thought as she examined the body more closely - yes ... even a sense of loss.

 

[JDP]

"Call me Ishkraathteccanithraxx."

 

[Interference]

It was the best of times, it was - well, the best of times. Really. Things were pretty good. Pret-ty good. Yes, sir.


I often go back to Manderlay, but nothing much happens around there, anyway, so I usually come back again a couple of days later.


Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed and dropped it. He went back to the bathroom and stayed there for the duration of this book

 

[HardScienceFan]

the day began very badly,with the fridge bawling him out for leaving its door open

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

The noose tightened around Aaron's neck, and he began to feel fainter as the oxygen escaped his lungs and brain. He was vaguely aware of a slipping and catching feeling as the rope burned his neck in short bursts. All at once he seemed to regain consciousness and found himself slumped in a pile on the floor. "Great." He said in disgust. "I can't even do this right!"

 

[Prefx]

Somewhere between Kentucky and Planet Hollywood, a tricolor beagle defecated on my brand new sandals.

 

[Interference]

I'm a singer. I know every note that ever was heard and can hit it without fail on the first attempt, doesn't matter how high or low the note is. I'm a singer with a voice like a wet finger on the rim of a glass, whirling and swirling, pure and pleasant, but with words.

Yes, I'm that singer. I sang that song and everything died.

I'm the singer who sang that song.

 

[Scarlett Eclipse]

Lips I could never touch.

 

[Urlik]

I'm a singer. I know every note that ever was heard and can hit it without fail on the first attempt, doesn't matter how high or low the note is. I'm a singer with a voice like a wet finger on the rim of a glass, whirling and swirling, pure and pleasant, but with words.

Yes, I'm that singer. I sang that song and everything died.

I'm the singer who sang that song.

keep writing, I want to read this one.


I mean it. stop reading this and finish the story.

 

[Interference]

Oh God! Performance anxiety!

*tries to think of a second line*


(Thanks, btw, Urlik, that was a huge compliment and I really appreciate it )

 

[Talysia]

The creature alighted on his arm, and he didn't dare breathe for fear of scaring it, previously only heard of from ancient books and stories.

 

[HoopyFrood]

You know how they say that you should get any odd moles or lumps checked out? And how obviously part of you clenches itself, expecting the doctor to pause and say rather seriously, "well, this doesn't look good..."

Well, I can't quite say how I felt when the doctor looked up at me after scrutinising the mole on my arm though a hand held microscope and said, in a bemused voice "it....seems to be smiling at me..."

 

[HardScienceFan]

Jane was angry,and she had every right to be: the aliens had landed their tiny craft smack in the middle of her carefully planted dahlias.

 

[Interference]

Change.

 

[Talysia]

He opened the book and eagerly turned to the first page.

 

[mosaix]

"Have you seen him recently?"

"No not for a while. The last time we spoke he said he had found a web site called The Chronicles or something..."

 

[Interference]

I'd swear no one went near it, no one touched it - no one fired anything at it - the milk bottle just shattered where it stood. All right, it probably wasn't the first sign that something was wrong in the universe, but it was the first that I'd noticed.

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Baxter Mendelson jerked his head away from the microscope with his jaw dropped and an astonished look in his eyes.

"What?" asked his lab partner Damian.

"You're not gonna believe this man." Baxter said, his jaw still agape. "The thing just looked up at me, smiled and waved, and then started doing some weird little dance!"

"You're right man. I don't beleive you." replied Damian.

 

[Archus]

I suppose it began when I died. I still can't believe he did that. Men, they have to be so melodramatic.