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

[willwallace]

"Is this your suitcase?"
Looking around, I saw the speaker was an Andorian standing behind me in the transport line. On the ground between us was a purple-green sac, which I suppose one could mistake for a suitcase. "Sorry, no, that's my farfig nugen," I replied. Snatching it up with my left claw, I pushed it back into place behind my leftmost eye, thanking him for noticing. How embarrassing!

You never know what you'll see when you open the third eye.

 

[J Riff]

You never know what you'll see when you open the third eye. Huge purple monsters, tiny cute parakeets or a wall of fire nineteen miles high, it was all the same to Frannigan. He'd seen it all before. He had a job to do, and no third eye hallucination was going to stop him. He ignored the capering unicorns, hippopotami and alien voodoo dancers that had had appeared when his third eye had unexpectedly popped open, mere sentences ago. He continued scribbling on to the end of the paragraph and the job was done.

The topic sentence of the first paragraph was uninformative.

 

[jastius]

The topic sentence of the first paragraph was uninformative. Telek swore. Another spell book's ink was fading into invisibility. Darn it! He should have never have stolen that Gypsy's sandwich! Her curse had not only change formed him but was leaching away all the ink from his spellbooks that could change him back. Telek hauled his purple carapice towards the door wincing as the sunlight burned his now tentacled face. Darn it! He was going to have to get to a spellmancer in the market and pay gold now. It hadn't even been a very good sandwich.
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Larry the spellmancer couldn't believe it when another six foot purple lobster walked right up to him in the market. "Honey this was a great place to set up!" Larry called back to Esmerelda, his Gypsy girlfriend, "Get the pot ready! Another of those giant lobsters just walked up."




Flotsom dove through the portal, the giant claw following close behind.

 

[willwallace]

Flotsom dove through the portal, the giant claw following close behind. Where had all those Venusian scorpions come from, anyway? One minute he was sitting at the cafe enjoying a simple snack, the next he was running for his life along with everyone else. Lucky for him the transit portals were close by, and he dove through the first open one. Dusting himself off, he looked around to see where he had ended up. When he saw the sign, he had to laugh. "Welcome To Venus," it read.

Two are better than one, but three are even better, I always say.

 

[jastius]

"Two are better than one, but three are even better, I always say." Freddy smirked, his huge footballer's hands emptying the crisps packet with one grab, while the spilloff from his massive snack hijacking was slowly spinning off in the zero g of the command capsule. I winced. Freddy darn well knew it was my turn to hoover up the crumbs from the control panels... He didn't need to make a dump out of the place to rub in that my experiment's failure was putting me on housecleaning duty this week. Of course Freddy's zero g growing orchid was flourishing. Which was why the artificial gravity was off. The thing would flatten like a pancake in even a third of a gravity. I smiled. Regulations declared that "in the condition of there being debris of a size and nature able in their form to clog the breather filters with the foreign material being suspended in zero g, gravity must be applied for their cleanup to minimize instrumentation damage." I hit the switch and Freddy hit the floor face first cracking his jaw and nose, dumping him right on top of his orchid, the chips he stole raining down on top of him, as he lay him flat out. Poor Freddy. It looked like he was on cabin cleaning next week. I smiled sweetly and ran the vacuum cleaner over his somnolent form. It was the least I could do after Freddy space flushed my air swimming goldfish last week.

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Masks are there to protect us.

 

[J Riff]

Masks are there to protect us. Also, rubber feet are there to make us look less like Venusian Goblins. The purple wigs, the detachable third leg, the extra eyes on stalks - all are part of our disguise here on the uncivilized planet known as Oith. If we do not maintain this facade, this charade, we are found out and great annoyance the result. The Oith creatures do not appreciate our advanced culture, nor do they understand why we must eat them. Fortunately, their intelligence is well below what is deemed intelligent by the intergalactic Snack Commision, and many hungry tourists are arriving steadily from all around the Galaxy.

Living underground can be fun.

 

[Mr Orange]

Living underground can be fun. Living underground with a 9 foot tall Epsilonian bird man is not. The stink of oiled, damp feathers and his insistence on eating live maggots and using the corner of the living room as a toilet were all really getting to me. Plus, the bed chamber we were crammed into was meant for two regular people, not one person and a giant, flatulent, avian jerk. But, it had been the last available bunker on 21st Street and there really hadn't been time to go anywhere else.

I sighed and thumbed the tab on the comm's station.

"Status update?"

"Two hundred and thirty five days until clear air status." The electronic voice replied.

Damn. It had been a big one this time. I wasn't sure the air down here would be too clear by then. I sighed again and went back to my knitting.

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"One, two, what do you do, three, four, when he's at the door, five, six, the blood still drips, seven, eight, it's already too late."

 

[willwallace]

"One, two, what do you do, three, four, when he's at the door, five, six, the blood still drips, seven, eight, it's already too late." Over and over, Amy kept chanting the words, her eyes rolled back into her head. Try as we might, we couldn't wake her, or shut her up. And now, it was too late. The booming from the front door got louder and louder, until it broke with a crash. Footsteps thudded on the stairs, and stopped outside our room. As the pounding on the door began, we knew it was all over.

A bouquet of flowers can brighten any room.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

A bouquet of flowers can brighten any room. These were particularly charming. The amaryllis sang coloratura arias softly, the azaleas danced lively fandangos, the amaranths glowed with nameless colored lights, like the spectra of alien stars. Tomorrow would be "B" day, and the ship's entertainment committee was still trying to decide what to do with bluebells and baby's breath.

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There it was, in yesterday's crossword puzzle.

 

[J Riff]

A bouquet of flowers can brighten any room. Unfortunately, the fifty bouquets of variegated bloomage that filled the living room at Amy's wake contained a specimen of Ardenzititis Noxicomaodius the deadly Venusian creeper, and it was silently replacing the brain cells of, replicating in exact detail, all the human beings in the room. Roots music played and Violet thought she'd better leaf before someone pulled out a pistil, but it was too late. Soon, the flower-clone people would go forth and Earth would be reborn, improved, repopulated with the lovely petal-people.
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A shadow had moved where one shouldn't and Maria shuddered like a leaf in a wind-tunnel.

 

[willwallace]

There it was, in yesterday's crossword puzzle. Prestidigitation. I had waited years for the code word to appear, and now that it had, I wasn't sure if I could still go through with the plan anymore. But a gartek is only as good as his word, and I had given mine. Pulling out the vial from it's hiding spot, I looked at the roiling fluid within, then opened the stopper and gulped it down. Soon, the transformation would happen, and this city would cease to exist. But for now, I still had time for one last burger.

Blowing winds stir the leaves, throwing them into my face.

 

[J Riff]

Blowing winds stir the leaves, throwing them into my face. Sleeping on the lawn has become dangerous, or at least annoying, and I mull over ways to get rid of the offending dry piles of tree-droppings which even now threaten my beauty slumber. It is impossible to consider moving back inside to sleep, not after so many decades of outdoor snoozage. The annoying leaf-piles continue blowing about, as they always do at this time of year and I sigh as I realize that it is flamethrower time once again. So much easier than using a rake, and much more fun.

A shadow had moved where one shouldn't and Jimbo shuddered like a leaf in a wind-tunnel.

 

[willwallace]

A shadow had moved where one shouldn't and Jimbo shuddered like a leaf in a wind-tunnel. Tapping the glowlight on his head lit up the entire forest like it was daytime. "That's better," he mumbled to no-one in particular. Looking around he saw the shadow was only a bunny rabbit, albeit a 7 foot tall one with dripping fangs and razor sharp claws. Nothing to be concerned with right now, since Jimbo had more important things on his mind. Like where did that glowlight come from?

Having webbed toes comes in handy when you're racing Aquaman.

 

[Germinad]

Having webbed toes comes in handy when you're racing Aquaman. The ability to turn water into a glacial slope though, priceless!

“I may walk like a duck, but I freeze like the blue screen of death and you'd better believe it!”

“He sleeps with the fishes! You crashed Aquaman!”

He laughed out loud, a moment, and then sniffed. Who was he talking to? Whoever this Aquaman was in real, the simulator would have killed by now. This game... He forgets sometimes. Is a life sentence...

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They say time flies when you're having fun.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

They say time flies when you're having fun. Obviously they've never been wormhole surfing. It's a hell of a thrill, just you and your forcesuit zooming around the singularity. The closer you get to the singularity, the slower times goes. You can enjoy yourself for years if you want to, emerging whenever you like, just a few minutes older. Of course, that's assuming all the equipment works right. Let me tell you about the time my emergence control pad went haywire, and sent me deeper into the wormhole rather than away from it. That was the ride of a lifetime, literally.

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The river rushed between steep canyon walls.

 

[willwallace]

The river rushed between steep canyon walls. Lying on my back I thought the sound would drown out the ship's engines, but no such luck. Whining like banshees the noise drilled into my head, pounding like a jackhammer. Still lying flat I raised the laser cannon and fired, finally silencing the dreadful racket. Now to take care of the river.

Golden eyes, heavily lidded, saw his every move.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Golden eyes, heavily lidded, saw his every move. They watched the human from within small caves nearly hidden by amber sands. The human moved clumsily inside his bulky spacesuit, like the lumbering beasts that roamed the grasslands during the Wet Times. It had been nearly a dozen dozen seasons, as the People reckoned time, since the last Wet Time, and thirst had taken the lives of many. The People saw the human, and knew that his body was full of precious moisture.

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It was Yan's first summoning, and she was proud and nervous.

 

[J Riff]

It was Yan's first summoning, and she was proud and nervous. Proud of her weight loss, nervous because she'd drunk 14 cups of coffee. Surely, though, she would pass the test, even though it was her first summoning. She had led the entire platoon in shedding poundage, they could not possible deny her a berth on the mighty starship that would carry the chosen few off and away from Earth to a new place , a new home in space, a fabulous planet that hung in the ebon vault of the heavens like a ripe tangerine, while everyone else was left behind on the Earth to be destroyed when a huge comet smashed into it at precisely 3:47 PM Wednesday, September 24th, 2037, killing everyone but the lucky few on the ship. So Yan was nervous and she held on to a railing so as not to blow away, all 68 lbs. of her, down from 380, and she tried to forget how bloody hungry she was. If she was denied access to the ship, for whatever reason, she was going to eat everything in the room in one bite.

The walking dead lined up for breakfast and there was trouble as usual.

 

[willwallace]

The walking dead lined up for breakfast and there was trouble as usual. "I don't like Chinese!". "Save some of that dark meat for ME!". "There's too much fat on mine!". Every day, the cook did his best, but there was just no satisfying these picky zombies. All they did was complain, complain, complain. Fed up, he took his chef's knife and slit his own throat. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em," was his last thought before he turned.

The computer screen went blank at the worst possible moment.

 

[hopewrites]

The computer screen went blank at the worst possible moment. When was the last time I saved? I couldn't remember. Then I noticed the lights were out too. A full power outage meant it would be weeks before it came back on. I fished in my hoody pocket for my lighter and got the candle on my desk going. Spinning my chair around I watched the light flicker rhythmically over my bookshelf before settling to the task of picking something to read while I waited.

There, on the third shelf