First Lines

"I saw it. Don't tell me it doesn't exist. It will kill you, and everyone else if we don't do something."

"What do you suppose we should do? If what you say is true, it might kill everyone even if we do something." Farlin paused, turning his gaze at Sehlond. His eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute. Why did you leave yourself out of the equation? You said 'It will kill me, and everyone else if we don't do something.' Are you part of everyone else?"
 
The man who killed Fish-Stick had a penchant for gay fish, but he like them much better with tartar sauce.
 
Tugging my coat tighter, I put my head down and tried to ignore the weather - there was just far too much rain for this time of year.
 
All who I loved have gone before me....I tire of this life alone....Many know my name and the highs that brought me fame, but few now know my tale....so I spend... the last of my life...recounting my days so that those who follow..... can hopefully learn from my mistakes.
 
At the moons Zenith it happened, before anyone could comprehend the dimensions on which it arrived, a boiling sphere of multicolored fumes that invoked the exacerbation of all in attendance roared across the room and exploded in the center of the night catcher.
How was that?
The previous persons avatar inspired me Xenolith!!
 
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The world sits on a fulcrum. The balance between good and evil is always threatening to end life as we know it. As much I hate myself for it, I must keep the balance. Good is winning, they have been for some time. With this comes the knowledge that the world cannot sustain itself if the balance is thrown off. That's where I come in. I am death, the harbringer of souls...and it kills me to do it but who ever said life is fair when you have duty.
 
[FONT=&quot]Nothing could be worse than another of Lord Harrison’s attacks, or so Maria thought as she raced out after her sister. [/FONT]
 
Ooh, a nice one, TL. :)



This was the third time Kerri laid awake at night. The nightmares ever since her husband died had consumed her, until she could no longer discern fantasy from reality, and the alienation she felt from her family seemed irreparable.
 
It was one of those background conversations that, for some reason, stand out against the general hubbub and attract your attention. One of those conversations that mean trouble; headed your way, and fast.
 
She had missed lunch, again, and knowing hunger equalled easy to wind-up, she put her head down and crossed the road.
 
Hah! Hadn't seen this thread before (probably find I have seen it before and posted on it- the memory is not what it used to be...) it was mentioned in the July challenge, so I thought I'd bump it, as it's a great idea. Here's my opening line.


"Daddy, there's a hobgoblin in your vegetable patch."
 

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