First Lines

One winter's night I saw a face in a tree.

I really like this. Very mysterious and yet low-key. How about:

Francesco Garra swung his mace up onto his shoulder as he peered between the trees. "You know what I hate?" he muttered. "Farmers."
 
Yeah, I hate farmers, too. Think they're such bigshots with their tractors and their cows.

The first indication that things weren't going as planned came when the man Felix had just shot - twice, no less, in the head, and at close range - pushed himself up from the ground and came at him again.
 
Grins. :D

Every time I come into "workshop" one of the Google ads is:–

Eichenberger Gewinde AG
Thread, high-helix ball screw, high helix and round thread lead screw.
www.gewinde.ch/Thread

I don't think even I could continue with the story after that.
 
"That was a real great idea," Kyle thought as he started to feel gravity as it reached out and grabbed him, pulling him back into the atmosphere. No one had jumped from the orbital platform before and survived.
 
I'm sorry for the burst but I love this thread.

I was to be proved wrong on two occasions that day, once when I said "this won't hurt much" and the other when I said "Well no one's ever died from it".
 
I really like this. Very mysterious and yet low-key. How about:

Francesco Garra swung his mace up onto his shoulder as he peered between the trees. "You know what I hate?" he muttered. "Farmers."

Cheers, chap--praise from Caesar and all that. Though, to be honest, I was wondering if it was a little bit M R James.

Like yours, too. Reads like a medieval/ fantasy novel that might turn a bit Nick Cave song as the chapter progresses.
 
"What am I looking at?"
"If we're lucky then it's just the destruction of this solar system and everything in it."
"And if we're unlucky?"
"The destruction of the entire universe."
"I can't help but notice we're not moving."
"Where would we go?"
 
The bi-polar Ace of Spades was really starting to piss me off. It was an 'Aces High' week and he was lording it over everyone else in the Suit, bigtime.
 
I had made all the preparations: bought tickets, packed bags, made sandwiches for the trainride. Little did I know how much things would change that day. The day Magic appeared in our world.
 

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