First Lines

[dustinzgirl]

Every bone in my body shouted "RUN STUPID, RUN!"

But I couldn't move.

 

[mosaix]

Sometimes they make mistakes. Sometimes they're not quite as careful as they should be. They've been amongst us for nearly thirty years now and I suppose they get a little over-confident and that always leads to carelessness. Take for instance the one sitting across the gangway from me. Sure, he looks pretty normal. Fair hair, blue eyes, five feet ten inches, about 160 pounds. But the six fingers on his left hand were a dead give-away.

No point hanging around. My fingers closed around the blaster in my hip pocket.

 

[Interference]

The shoes gave them away. Their toes needed more room than a human's.

 

[Noah Phoenix]

Rowan Tregeny was an ordinary twelve year old boy with a small magical rock at the bottom of his back garden. Well, at least normally he was a normal twelve year old boy; right now he was an upside down normal twelve year old boy.

From a short story to tie in with my novel, Rise of the Titans: Heroes.
Although, this really is actually as far as I've got. Apart from a rough plot outline, of course. Even the boys name was invented as I wrote this post.

 

[Interference]

Nice opening, Noah. Will you be posting in critiques?

 

[Noah Phoenix]

I will be, once I've written it. It shouldn't take long, I think I'm going to set myself a little challenge, and see how it turns out. I'm such a slow writer, I could do with a little speed inventing.

 

[nj1]

Mornings were definately a bad time of day if you've been drinking Rhawl juice late into the previous night. It was also a particualy bad time of day if the local Jatna police were attempting to break in your door. Dacy was confused, he was sure he had'nt killed anyone last night, no-one important anyway.

 

[Interference]

I will be, once I've written it. It shouldn't take long, I think I'm going to set myself a little challenge, and see how it turns out. I'm such a slow writer, I could do with a little speed inventing.

Don' want to sound patronising here, Noah, but I suggest you just take your time and go at your own speed. Be happy with what you write, not how you write, okay

 

[nj1]

or...

His head pounding as if someone was battering his brain with a hammer, he fought his way from the bed and stood swaying on unsteady feet, nausia threatening to empty last nights meal on the wooden floorboards at his feet.
A night drinking Rawl juice in the bar below guaranteed that his head would feel like hell for some hours yet. Cursing to himself, he searched the dank corners of the room for his sword, realising with dismay as the door imploded into the tiny room and a dozen Jatna police officers rushed tobatter him to the ground, that he'd left his sword in the neck of the local magistrate in the alleyway last night..

 

[Noah Phoenix]

Don' want to sound patronising here, Noah, but I suggest you just take your time and go at your own speed. Be happy with what you write, not how you write, okay

Thanks for the advice, not patronising at all! I just want to attempt to hone any skills I have lurking around. Thought that a little off the top of my head writing might get the juices flowing, as it were. I would re-write it once I'd gotten something decent down.

 

[asher marquering]

"I really need to stop getting blood on my clothes, the smell of blood usually scares those with the nice breasts"

 

[Noah Phoenix]

"I really need to stop getting blood on my clothes, the smell of blood usually scares those with the nice breasts"

LOL.....Love it.....made me laugh...

 

[Michael01]

Haha! That is funny. Anyways...

"Long black hair draped the man's proud face and his eyes shined with defiance of the Inquistor."

Grr. For some reason I can't copy and paste from MS Word into email or forum posts now. Can't figure it out.

 

[nj1]

Bored with the usual rubbish on TV, NJ1 decided to change the channel,*click* only the channel stayed the same and the room changed around him...

 

[Noah Phoenix]

Sounds good, nj1. The possibilities......

 

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

He didn't know what to think of the dreams he had been having. All he knew was, they were dark and creepy...and that he took pleasure from them.

 

[Interference]

(niiiiice)


One more impossible thing to do and then I'm through. Which in itself seemed an impossibilty on Wednesday ...

 

[asher marquering]

Asher laboured his feet through the blood soaked ground, careful to step over his fallen comrades and enemies alike, he drew the relic in his hand and was reminded about his reluctant oath, he wrapped the relic in loin and placed it in his sachet as he laboured back to the capital.

 

[mosaix]

The view through the sight was always good when the sun was out. The cross-hairs moved smoothly across the magnified scene.

"Who should it be to-day?" He thought to himself. "The woman in the car, the kid holding his dad's hand or maybe the cop leaning against the shop window?"

So many choices, so much fun.

 

[Noah Phoenix]

Pulling the light cord, he flooded the small room in light. He performed the usual daily rituals, took the automatic rifle and the axe from their usual places, and took a deep breath before opening the six inch thick metal door.

Outside the sun was brighter than the light of the vault, and stung his eyes. The creepers had grown over the top of the vault, and the oak tree had been taking chunks out of the supermarket overnight again.