GAME: Hook my first line and sink her in to a paragraph!

The creature from the pit knocked at my front door. It was dressed neatly in a three-piece suit, a bit the worse for wear after so many years underground. It raised one three-fingered hand in my direction. With a pitiable look in its one remaining eye, it croaked "Buddy, can you spare a dime?"

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Wilkins grabbed the hunk of amber from the woman's hand.
 
Wilkins grabbed the hunk of amber from the woman's hand. Holding it up to the light, he could just make out the form trapped inside. "So, you say there are many more, just like this one?" he asked the short, dark woman. She nodded, backing away from Wilkins slowly. As he tried to put the amber back on the table, it began to flow over his hand, impossibly expanding to cover his entire arm in a flash. "What the hell!" he screamed, as the amber quickly enveloped his entire body, cutting off his screams, and shrinking back to it's original size. The women picked up the money Wilkins had laid on the table, as well as the amber, and headed home. A smile crossed her face as she thought of the fine meal she would cook her family tonight.

Once he had believed in it's power, but now he wasn't so sure.
 
Once he had believed in its power but now he wasn't so sure. It was, after all, only a Crow's foot. The hideous, evilly-mangled claw of a centuries-dead pet of a dark magician to be sure - but still only a hunk of inanimate matter that could not possibly be responsible for the string of ghastly crimes committed recently in Bleuchstein marsh. Power lurked in the moldy featherings of the thing, he had sensed it more than once, but nothing like the power required to enact the indescribably terrifically awful events that had apparently transpired in and around the haunted marsh recently. So he threw it away.

He thrust his aristocratic face into the tent and sneered out a warning.
 
He thrust his aristocratic face into the tent and sneered out a warning. "Half-eaten carcass of a zebra by the waterhole. Lion most likely, but looks like something scared it off before it finished its meal. Better keep both eyes open." The hunting guide slapped the tent flap shut and paced off into the brush. Carrington set aside his copy of the Times and took another sip of whiskey. He hoped the guide hadn't noticed the bloodstains on his shirt.

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Maria heard a man singing, somewhere in the distance.
 
Maria heard a man singing, somewhere in the distance. Against her will she felt herself drawn towards the sound. Across snowy meadows and through the dark forest she continued onwards. As Maria came to the cave, she knew she should turn and run, but it was too late. The siren's song drew her to the entrance, and as she crossed the threshold all thoughts of resisting faded.

The sand suddenly shifted, revealing an entrance we had previously overlooked.
 
The sand suddenly shifted, revealing an entrance we had previously overlooked. "Look! There is a house buried in the embankment!" It was clearly a roof gable, and the gaping hole in the sand could only be a casement window, shattered by the weight of the encroaching sand, its empty frame dark and hung with seaweed, a wooden skeleton left staring out at us who had blithely intruded upon its grave. A crash resounded from inside the house and more sand cascaded down. It would soon be reburied. Then we heard a child's voice calling. From deep inside the house.


Only three things were worth getting up for in Gary's opinion and none of them involved blue skinned aliens.
 
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Only three things were worth getting up for in Gary's opinion and none of them involved blue skinned aliens. A nice hot cup of tea; a long walk through the woods surrounding his isolated cottage; a visit from his current lady friend. But the Aldeberans has arrived a fortnight ago, and all of that had changed. Gary sighed and got ready to face his new employers. They did not appreciate tardiness at all.

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"It's a bit dear, don't you think?" Amelia asked.
 
"It's a bit dear, don't you think?" Amelia asked.

Eamon squinted through the trees, at the deer-shaped mass of 0s and 1s crackling with static. He smiled. “It's more than that. It's a message.”

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When Gabby opened her eyes, she saw her bed underneath her, the chandelier beside her.
 
When Gabby opened her eyes, she saw her bed underneath her, the chandelier beside her. 'Oh, not again.' she thought wearily. Her friends, her wonderful, zany but sometimes annoying pals, had done it again. This was the third time this month that she had woken up krazy-glued to the ceiling. Her nightgown ripped and she fell back into the heavily-padded room. Then she set to work on an exploding pie for this evening's party.

"Oops'" quipped Quincival, 'Sorry. Wrong planet."
 
"Oops'" quipped Quincival, 'Sorry. Wrong planet." Why was it so hard to keep them straight? On Gandine, blue hats indicated you were a potion trader. Here on Dangine, the same hat meant you were in a far older profession. As he untangled himself from her clutches, he swore to double check the manual next time.

The falling snow covered the ground, hiding any trace of his quarry.
 
The falling snow covered the ground, hiding any trace of his quarry. Hoffstein willed his retinas to maximum infrared sensitivity, hoping for traces of the beast's body heat. The twin moons blazed overhead like the noonday sun of Earth, far brighter than the feeble scarlet primary of this world, seen through ordinary eyes. In the distance, nearly hidden by the sluggish movement of warm sap within the towering bloodtrees, a gray flame burned, like the ghost of a campfire. That was the beast, watching him, waiting, hating.

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Thursday again, and the mail came early.
 
Thursday again, and the mail came early. Usually I could wait until the midday sun burned off any lingering fog, but the new edition of Analog was due today, and I couldn't wait. Gathering my cudgel in hand, I prepared for the worst. Running through the tall grass between the house and the mailbox, I didn't know what horrors would arise to confront me. I only knew that I had to get the magazine before Johnny.

Like an unblinking eye, it's spherical shape unnerved me.
 
Like an unblinking eye, its spherical shape unnerved me. When in Rome, I reminded myself with a sigh, picking up my cutlery and slashing the leathery skin of the egg. The hatchling slipped free, but not for long. I pinned it, decapitated it and pushed the head to one side. Sharva glanced slyly at me as I filleted the long body. This was an occasion when knowing which part of the meal to eat was more than a matter of etiquette. I chewed and swallowed then smiled back at Sharva. "Mmm, nice taipan," I said, before chasing it with a mouthful of fine wine.

I dared not tell the truth, but I couldn't lie.
 
I dared not tell the truth, but I couldn't lie. The nimbus of silver light that surrounded my body did more than protect me from evil. It kept me from doing evil. Unfortunately, the concept of the lesser of two evils was entirely foreign to its angelic nature. It would not let me lie to protect my friends from the cultists who pursued them, but it would also not allow me to betray them. I had no choice but to remain silent and try to protect them, in a strictly non-violent way. Too bad for me if the cultists had automatic weapons; I had only reason, empathy, and kindness. Sometimes it really sucks to be an involuntary saint.

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The object approached at a large fraction of the speed of light.
 
The object approached at a large fraction of the speed of light. Burning pain tore through her brain, lasting less than a second. She watched the back of her head as her body fell away from her, hitting the ground with a thud. The wind swayed the trees, but passed straight through her. She began to ascend, away from the pavement, away from her body. Away from the world.

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Tears streaked his face, dripping their salty taste into his smiling mouth.
 
Tears streaked his face, dripping their salty taste into his smiling mouth. Though his vision blurred, he could see as the rapidly receding ship dwindled away to a speck, carrying his daughter to safety. As the burning buildings around him began to collapse, the smoke became heavy, making breathing difficult. Falling to his knees, he thanked the gods his child would be safe from the horrors to come.

Colder than ice, the night wind cut through his furs like a knife.
 
Colder than ice, the night wind cut through his furs like a knife. He saw the first kiss of light on the highest pinnacle, and turned his head. He smiled as he spoke his vows. "Against the darkness of despair, through the chill of sacrifice, into the brightness of hope, I will stand beside you."


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Feathers fell around her, making her sneeze.
 
Feathers fell around her, making her sneeze. She wrapped her arms around her knees, rocking back and forth. The carnage nauseated her. So many Angels!

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Pulsating flashes glowed the inside of her eyelids orange.
 
Pulsating flashes glowed the inside of her eyelids orange. Quilla kept her eyes shut, waiting for the ordeal to end. With each heartbeat the light was reborn, brighter and harsher. At last it was over. Quilla opened her eyes slowly. Afterimages floated before her in a chaos of dark ghosts. The machine withdrew its claws from her arms. "Congratulations," it croaked. "You are qualified."

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"Is this your suitcase?"
 
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