First Lines

She asked me not to talk for a moment and sipped her milk shake.

"Sorry," she said, and her eyes softened a little. "Been so long."
 
There was nothing human or even biological in the old vampire's laugh - it was full of deep darkness.
 
That mechanic I had taken my car to was recommended by a friend. I knew I shouldn't have followed his advice.


It took a week for my car to be ready. Not only was the original problem not fixed, but right as I started the engine, the wheels fell off.
 
The man in black runs faster and faster, beads of sweat running down his face. Time is almost up. His robes ripple in the wind, like calm waters being thrown a shiny coin. He closes his eyes to shield them from the sun . . . Smack! It's a telephone pole.
 
I left the big city and camped in the forest with two friends to escape the noise and maddness from thousands of people. On the first day I was in shock when I opened the cabin door, looked outside and exclaimed: "Hey fellas, I just saw a bear drive off with my car, he even signaled for a left hand turn..!"
 
Big Jon's death was a sudden shock to the family, but was otherwise long-expected.
 
It was a mess. Thirteen hours a day of hard scrubbing for a week, just to get the walls clean. That wasn't to mention the floor, the appliances, all the laundry involved, everything. I put in over a month's worth of hours of work just to get the place up to a respectable status again.


I should have known better than to try to pressurize toothpaste.
 
He had succesfully uploaded a copy of himself. By copying this virtual version of himself exponentially, he soon had a near-infinite number of evil geniuses flickering through cyberspace.

Now, all he needed were a near-infinite number of virtual typewriters, and the Great Shakesperean Play Fraud could begin.
 
You want to know how I wound up here? That'll take a while to explain. Suffice it to say that I had been the victim of one of the worst cases of vandalism this small county has ever seen. I filed a report with the police, but it had gone cold. I know WHAT happened. But as to the who and why, well, I never got a straight answer. All I know is, while I was on a three-month cruise around the world, someone sneaked onto my property with an axe and chopped my house down.
 
My friend Jimbo wasn't very bright, God rest his soul. The last thing he said to me was, "Watch this!"
 

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