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

[willwallace]

Lost in the haunted woods of dreamland, I could only wonder- where did Wendy go? A moment ago she was right beside me, holding my hand. A blink of the eye later she disappeared, leaving me alone in the dark forest. Sounds came from everywhere, hinting at creatures ready to pounce on me. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I whispered "There's no place like home," three times, clicking my heels together. Opening my eyes, I saw I was back in the farmhouse, with everything looking curiously colorless, but at least I was home.


The sun shone brightly, drying the damp soil around the landing zone.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The sun shone brightly, drying the damp soil around the landing zone. The engines of Coelacanth growled as it rested on the sand. Salt from evaporated seawater covered its massive steel hull, like snow on gray mountains. 3-V drones purred around it, sending images of the triumphant craft around the world. The first vessel to circumnavigate the globe while remaining on the sea floor had returned after nearly a year. The dozen men and women aboard did not know she carried a stowaway.

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It was lighter than a feather.

 

[hopewrites]

It was lighter than feather.
Touched me softer than a whisper.
Left me colder like a faded sunset.
But it was mine.
Once.

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The poets say love is a gift,

 

[J Riff]

The poets say love is a gift, but like an idiot I paid eighty-eight bucks to the salesman at my door. Worse, it turned out to be a type of love I already had plenty of laying around - self-adulation. I slung it in the closet as I headed out the door to search for some real love. I found it later that afternoon at a yard sale and have been living happily ever after since then.


The cleaning robot was out of control again.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The cleaning robot was out of control again. Dirt covered the tiled kitchen floor in random piles, as if ants had invaded. Jocelyn gave the thing a kick. Its wheel buzzed as it retreated to a safe corner. It looked like a large metal gourd, and was about as smart. "No more between cleaning snacks for you!"

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We met under the clock at Grand Central Terminal at midnight.

 

[J Riff]

We met under the clock at Grand Central Terminal at midnight. I said the code words - 'Ham and Cheese', and the dark-haired woman replied with the correct phrase: 'Marmalade Pie' and I handed over the package. She handed back an envelope which I hastily tore open to make sure I wasn't being hoodwinked, but it was as the tall man with the lisp had said, the aliens were as good as their word, and the dimensional transporter was there. Soon, soon now I would be in another place, another time, another world and I didn't even care which one because when ya gotta go ya gotta go. So I went, and 500 unpaid parking tickets and overdue library book fines went with me.


Entering the abandonded haunted windmill, Amy was ready for anything.

 

[Mad Alice]

Entering the abandoned haunted windmill, Amy was ready for anything. Unfortunately, so were the ghosts. "See Don Quixote? Your Lady Dulcinea came, as I said she would! I told you we would find your lady wrapped in her enchantment in the belly of this foul Dragon." The ghostly Sancho chorused triumphantly, handing the Ghost Knight his helm, the mythic Mambrino’s helmet, (looking suspiciously like a barber's basin). Amy backed away, but too late as Don Quixote grabbed Amy-Dulcinea's hand, pulling her up onto his weary cart horse. Horrified, Amy watched herself become as insubstantial as the two ancient ghosts, her jeans and teeshirt transmogrified into a peasant woman's garb. Amy-Dulcinea quickly and itchily found out peasant women wore scratchy wool and underpants most unfortunately hadn't yet been invented it seemed. The ghost horse reared under the knight's spurs (causing Amy-Dulcinea another moment of wool woes), then charged away into the night.
"Fly, Rocinante! Take me and my sweet Princess Dulcinea away from this Dragon's belly! Come Sancho! There is much to be done. The Knight of the White Moon awaits!"

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It was one of the things he truly appreciated about having an Guardian-Angel-on-Call membership.

 

[hardsciencefanagain]

It was one of the things he truly appreciated about having an Guardian-Angel-on-Call membership.
It was affordable,accessible,and just plain handy.
He was sipping his morning coffee(never deserving of that name,really:it tasted like gasoline mixed with very old peanut butter) and logged on.
The familiar voice chimed in a beautiful contralto
"Morning,handsome.This is your GAOC angel Izabel talking"
"Morning Iz.Sleep well?"
"Nah.Went out with a recently deceased guy last night.'Scuse the pun,but the dearly departed really can bore you stiff "
"So what's your view on today?""
"Errr,let's see:Banana peel in front of Barnes and Noble,Courier biker on Elm Street texting,not watching the road,cute blonde in
the Stoat and Owl looking for single guys taking their lunchbreak with fat wallets,Boss firing you."
"What????????"
"Yep.Which means you can't afford me anymore"

She knew the demon by it's name,which was why it wanted her deadpreferably with parts of her spread over several morgues

 

[J Riff]

She knew the demon by it's name, which was why it wanted her dead, preferably with parts of her spread over several morgues. It had happened before.
Amy punched in a number and waited until the demon answered it's phone.
"Hello, FxTztznlgrb," she said, "It's me, the MC, Amy... you hideous troll."
"Wha- *" spluttered the demon, "How did you get this number? You little-"
"Oh be quiet. I just called to tell you - you are fired, out, finished, done. Don't call us, we'll call you."
"The what? Who do you think you are, I am the mighty-"
"Shurrup!" Amy grackled, " I am the main character here, not you, not some evil waste of text named FxTznzgltrb, and I am going to survive, while you, you are going to disappear, vanish, vamoose."
"Like heck! I have lived for aeons beyond mortal ken, I shall-"
"Wait and see. I don't see much hope for any character named Fztzngrbltgrb. I'm off. You can go back to your bottle or wherever it is you hang around. Garf witches."
"I'll get you yet Amy Maincharacter, there are ways, there are spells! Come back here, you-"



Amy wandered into the ballroom radiating pure loveliness, and every eye was upon her.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Amy wandered into the ballroom radiating pure loveliness, and every eye was upon her. Her white satin gown was simple and elegant, setting off her flowing ebony tresses and dark skin. In a sea of overdressed aristocrats, blazing with medals and tiaras, she was like a tiny wildflower in a formal garden. The orchestra began playing a stately pavane, and she danced. She danced, and was alone.

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The letter was stained with tears.

 

[Ihe]

The letter was stained with tears. At least that's what it seemed, with the droplets leaving pinkish dots all over its surface. Bloody smudges lined the right edge of it, with some sprinkling on the sender address, while yellowish black burn marks spoiled the left edge. A slit the length of a fingernail went through the middle.

"A stab mark," Francis ventured. Regina shushed him with a wave of her bony hand. She turned the letter over. Part of the paper had been shredded cleanly by what could only have been very small, very sharp, very swift claws of some kind.

"This letter has clearly been through a lot," Regina said, sniffing the letter. She grimaced. It was a foul scent. An old scent.

"Talk about lousy mailmen," Francis said.

"It hasn't been opened yet. According to the records, it's nearly two hundred years old." Regina flipped it over once more in admiration.

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"What have you done, Eleazar?"

 

[J Riff]

"What have you done, Eleazar?"
"Nothing. It was an accident."
"No, I told you before I left to guard the castle, now it's full of Gibbons and Baboons."
"Well they are my friends. They-"
"You'd beter clean it up before Amy gets back. Here's a shovel, get busy."

Amy ambled into the aviary and laughed imperiously.

 

[Ihe]

Amy ambled into the aviary and laughed imperiously. Never in all her life would she have thought to look for nana's phylacterius ring in the bird droppings. A cruel joke by the Birdmaster. She only hoped the giant Windfangs had digested nana's hand before relieving themselves. Prying it off would feel awkward.

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Durdley jumped into the garden and over the first low wall, running towards the well.

 

[willwallace]

Durdley jumped into the garden and over the first low wall, running towards the well. The little imp was huffing heavily, as he ran from the pack of wild humans hot on his heels. Just as he reached the well's lip, a coil of rope softly settled over his head, stopping his forward progress with a jolt as he fell to the ground. A moment later he was surrounded by the jabbering figures of the pack. Resigned, Durdley stood, brushing off the dirt from his clothes. "Alright, ya caught me, who wants the wish this time?" he asked, annoyed at being so close to escape.

Soft music fills the otherwise empty room, lulling David to sleep.

 

[J Riff]

Soft music fills the otherwise empty room, lulling David to sleep. He is blissfully unaware of Amy entering the room, her eyeballs glowing like little red LED lights. When she is sure he is deeply asleep she pads quietly over to the CD player and puts in the Grand Funk Railroad Live album and cranks the volume to ten. The ensuing stentorian cacophony has no effect on the dozing David however, and Amy realizes that perhaps sterner measures are required. She heads off to her room to procure her copy of the Plastic Ono Band- Live Peace in Toronto.

Paul knew that Amy was not human, but he loved her anyway.

 

[Michael Coorlim]

Paul knew that Amy was not human, but he loved her anyway. He didn't know if the affection he felt was genuine or just the results of the brutal psychological conditioning her people had subjected him to, but it didn't really matter. He felt what he felt, and he would protect her with his life. He would die for her. He would kill for her. He would reduce everything else in his life to a smoking ruin of ash and pain just to see the smallest hint of approval on her plastic face. He was damned, perhaps, had damned the rest of humanity in the process, and would die screaming along with the rest at the end of things, but wasn't that what love was all about?

Your heart's fondest desire can be yours, as long as you're willing to

 

[Ihe]

Your heart's fondest desire can be yours, as long as you're willing to sacrifice something. Or someone. Gifts of this magnitude are not for free, John learnt one starless night. The imp waited patiently for his answer, for an exchange of some sort. It would accept only things very dear to John. Preferably alive.
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The hunger pangs got to be quite frequent, and it seemed it was a need independent of satiety.

 

[Twistedlemon]

The hunger pangs got to be quite frequent, and it seemed it was a need independent of satiety. He squeezed past a pair of old men playing checkers, his eyes darting across the crowded park. The demon started to crawl, he held his stomach trying to soothe the beast. The claws nicked the lining of his stomach as he winced. The low growl vibrated up his throat forcing him to close his mouth to prevent the sound from escaping. A hotdog vendor caught his eye. The demon quivered inside him. Meat.



They were usually not territorial animals, but the magic wards dotted with ox blood was needed.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

They were usually not territorial animals, but the magic wards dotted with ox blood was needed. The firedrakes normally flew alone, seeking their prey from above the clouds, descending only to strike. Now, for arcane reasons, they flew low, in packs numbering in the dozens, laying waste to every village and farm. Karith lifted the bronze amulet, the blood of sacrificed oxen so fresh on its surface that it dripped to the ground. He prayed silently to the capricious gods of air and fire. The firedrakes circled above, the sound of their wings like a great storm. The largest, a creature with silver eyes and scarlet scales, descended like lightning, landing hardly arm's length away from the trembling Karith. It tilted its head and opened its jaws wide, exposing layers of overlapping fangs. "Mage," it said in a voice of thunder. "What must we do to reclaim what has been taken from us?"

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Earth's shadow crawled across the surface of the Sun.

 

[Ihe]

Earth's shadow crawled across the surface of the Sun. Just a mere kilometre away from the dying star, the Cold Field surrounding the planet kept it from melting or vaporizing. The mage-doctors still didn't know what would happen without the Field, and would argue about it from time to time on national PortalTV--the Melt-Vap Dilemma, as they called it.
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The Stardivers plunged into the strange black dwarf's surface.