First Lines

It all started when Florence realized she could lifT objects with her mind. This is going to be fun
 
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[FONT=&quot][FONT=&quot]It hadn’t started off as that bad a day, Bill reflected as he stared down the barrel of the AK-47 assault rifle. Rather an ordinary day from all appearances. But that was the thing about really bad days wasn’t it? They kind of snuck up on you.
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The synapses fired; the blood started pumping. With a blink of his eyes, we knew he was back with us...alive. I missed my husband so dearly.
 
I felt around, feeling only brick walls in the dark. The room could not have been more than two arm-spans wide; god only knows how high. I sat down and heard a faint shuffling. A rat...they put me in here with a rat.
 
Something of a WIP, but:

The priests had said prayer would save his mother, so Osar prayed for a year and a day. Dawn til dusk, beseeching shadow and sunlight. Oft late past the darkening hour he’d bowed his head and grovelled, bargained, begged. He had devoted himself to Dionas the Golden God. But Dionas hadn’t heard the prayers, or worse, refused to answer them. Even the gods couldn’t cure cancer.
 
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Now that she was actually thinking, she saw clearly that the world was a cruel place and that her parents had been right about walking alone in town. Though why it took being chased by a man at least twice her size to make her think, she was unsure.
 
Dr Lawrence had grown quite attached to his head, but he knew he couldn't keep it.
 
LOl to the preceeding!

The carpets were truly tacky, yellow on yellow with little red flowers, yet they matched the wallpaper quite well.
 
Haha, some of these have been really funny.

The evening in question had been unbearably mundane up until the point that a brick came crashing through my living room window with a note saying "I'm watching you baby."
 
I walked up the long staircase to Lenny's Pool Hall, a cocked revolver in each hand.
 
It was the sudden quiet that warned us, even before they threw the squid...Spacemen have no sense of humour.
 
Until that morning Ian Erasmus Black would never have associated soul crushing fear with a crusty bloomer and a couple of well-filled custard slices.
 
Until that morning Ian Erasmus Black would never have associated soul crushing fear with a crusty bloomer and a couple of well-filled custard slices.
I always have...:)



We always say that if we had known that everything was going to go wrong we would have done things differently, but if that were true I would have stayed home once I read that fortune cookie.
 

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