First Lines

[Encephylops]

The other day I remembered something important about my childhood. I had never been born.

 

[mosaix]

Normally, after a long day, I tend to dose a little in the warmth of the subway carriage. But tonight two things kept me awake.

First, the clear outline of a gun in the jacket pocket of a man a few seats down, the only other passenger.

Second, something heavy in the holdall at his feet rolled back and forth with the swaying of the train. Sometimes a human eye would appear at the opening left by the not-quite-closed zip and sometimes a blood-streaked ear.

He saw me looking, glanced down, saw what I had seen. He started from his seat, reaching into his pocket. "Can I help you...?"

PS I lost this one when the Chrons crashed a few months ago but I was quite happy with it so I thought I'd see if I could recreate it from memory.

 

[fabio0069]

Panic-stricken, Aziz fled.

 

[nj1]

Silence descended between all present as one figure rose from his seat to address the gathering.
'As all here will agree, I knew him all his life, my father and his were sworn as brothers and naturally so were we. We played together, chased girls together, trained together, laughed and cryed together.' he paused, a faraway look on his face as he remembered the past they shared.
'We were vertually equal in all things. Sword, spear, knife or bow, there was nothing between us. We took our first kills the same day, fought side by side, back to back, bound each others wounds as brothers should.' his face darkended as the pain returned.
'So i put to you, no other knew him as I. No other knows him better than I,
NO OTHER FEELS MORE BETRAYED THAN I, AND NO OTHER SHALL TAKE HIS HEAD BUT I.', even the seasoned veterans of the clan flinched from the venom and passion in his voice.
'Not without my help you won't' came a voice from the rear, a voice all knew and feared. The witch of Latcher had arrived

 

[Justin_B]

Not for the squeamish...
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A fetid odour filled the room as she entered, barely illuminated by the streetlight filtering through the cracked window in the corner, her gore splattered wedding dress, bloody cleaver in one hand - half eaten infant in the other.

I blanched white, then red and white again as, her nose wrinkling and smile quirked, we both realise I hadn’t just farted.

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Can't decide if this is a flashback, happening in real time, a nightmare or a the real reason the character has commitment issues.

 

[adyc]

X rated?

Grabbing her firmly by the buttocks he pulled her on like a well worn wellington boot.....

Adyc

 

[Interference]

Someone said "Don't!" and Rex thought "Why not?" so he did.

 

[adyc]

Earth? Wheres that?

 

[sffhound]

Lord of Darkness they call me, and yet I was born of light.

 

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

It started out as a day like any other. He awoke early to tend to the chickens and horses, knowing nothing of what was going to become of him by the time evening fell.

 

[Reyben]

They tell you that, sooner or later, everybody has to die.
They're lying, of course.

 

[Reyben]

Don't turn around. I think the back your head is really pretty.
No, I mean it.
Don't turn around.

 

[Reyben]

Just one more, mum, and then I'll go to bed, I promise...

There are four worthy ways to die. The first is in sacrifice, the second is in peace. The third is in hope.
The fourth is in the warm comfort of knowing your enemies are dead and your friends have all been utterly screwed over for your benefit. Apparently, it's a great feeling. I can only assume it must be so- because that man used to be my friend.
And right now, he's holding a gun.

 

[Justin_B]

I, feeling overused, under appreciated and all together fed up promptly removed tself from the keyboard.

 

[Interference]

(Three reads, but got t )

 

[Ursa major]

"What do you want me to say, Mr Chairman?" Robert Julius had had enough of the jibes directed at him by pigmies of the House Banking Committee. He was a supreme financial operator, the king of hedge funds; and yet they were treating him as if he were a naughty child. "That I am become debt, the destroyer of worlds?"

 

[fabio0069]

Thomas was in agony, sat on the porcelain throne with his trousers around his ankles, feeling like an upside-down volcano. It was always like this, the morning after curry night.

 

[crystal haven]

“Do you want another cup of tea?” she asked. She waved the plate of cakes under his nose. “How about another? They’re only tiny. Won’t get fat on that.”

“Well, I’m on duty and. . . ” Mr Phillips looked at the cakes. They really were delicious; he’d eaten three already. He collected one – the largest one. “Thank you,” he said. “Carry on, Miss Smith, what else did she say?”

Miss Smith put the plate down on the table and leant back in her chair. She smiled at him in a way that made him feel quite uncomfortable.

“She told me lots of things, Mr Phillips. “You see, we are actually sisters. I know it was in the cake. That’s what did it.”

She lifted her hand. “No. Don’t try to move.”

She sat forward in her chair, and she laughed. “Greed, Mr Phillips. Works every time.”



Oops! This was supposed to be in the final lines, not first lines.

 

[Interference]

He didn't look old enough to me, but if he said he was God, who was I to argue?

 

[Emphyrio]

A sudden noise woke the boy. Lately he'd been learning how to feign sleep, but his lessons had been sporadic and his performances less than exemplary. This time however, he really had been asleep.