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

[sinister42]

From above, the clouds looked like a white ocean. The experiment, then, was a success. Dr. Kesith blew the layer of clouds off the condenser table and wiped his hands with a cloth. General Ralph Quisling stood by his side, arms crossed, his creased eyes locked on the calculations shown on the display. "The war's won," he whispered. "With this...the war's won." He turned and marched out of the room. Dr. Kesith sat in a nearby chair and closed his eyes for a minute. The war may be won, he thought, but what have we lost?


"The early experiments with electricity had been an abject failure."

 

[lauren$77]

"The early experiments with electricity had been an abject failure," said Professor Arlem his eyes unfocused as he thought. “Now if we could find some other type of power source, a reliable one that’s not dependent on the Scribs and their constant penchant for striking.. well perhaps…” he said tapping his long finger on his chin.
Fenden’s forehead creased in thought. “I have it Master! We could gather the power we need to activate the device from the Surei,” his blue eyes glinting in his innocent young face.
Arlem eyes widened in horror, he looked at the boy in utter disbelief. The Surei were mystical folk that kept themselves to themselves. Not known for their idle generosity, any promise of a gift would come with sinister affiliations. They may well give them the power source they needed but at a cost. The question was would that cost be too high.



It was as if he had forgotten all about it, and only now rediscovered its existence.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

The early experiments with electricity had been an abject failure. A certain Ben Franklin died during a dangerous experiment involving a kite and a thunderstorm. Some historians speculate that he might have played an important part in the failed Colonial Revolt of the late 18th Century. In any case, taming the power of lightning proved to be a false hope, and researchers quickly turned to the safer power of steam. Today, as we celebrate the coronation of Victoria II, the first American-born ruler of the Empire, it is only fitting that the news will travel to all parts of the globe on reliable steam-powered airships, vaulting through the heavens at the astonishing speed of fifty miles per hour.

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It was as if he had forgotten all about it, and only now rediscovered its existence.



(simultaneous posts -- sorry)

 

[Boneman]

It was as if he had forgotten all about it, and only now rediscovered its existence. The lock was eight-fold, with three keys needed - one iron, one silver and one mental. He remembered searching for decades for the silver and iron ones, but his mind did not seem capable of unlocking the box, now. When he gave up, however, the lid flew open.


She rested her cheek against my neck, and her eyelashes caressed my skin.

 

[J Riff]

She rested her cheek against my neck, and her eyelashes caressed my skin. I was asleep at the time, and I awoke thinking a spider was on my neck and I smashed it hard with my fist. Her head had moved and I managed to punch myself in the jaw and fall out of bed onto my son's giant skateboard, then I careened wildly down the stairs and out the front door into traffic. Things were back to normal.

Rain pecked at the window as Ashton stared at the blank screen.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Rain pecked at the window as Ashton stared at the blank screen. He'd been waiting nearly an hour for Madeline to answer his text. She would always respond within a few minutes, with words of wisdom and kindness that made Ashton realize how lucky he was to have her. What if she were hurt? What if the wet pavement had betrayed her, sending her into some mud-choked ditch, unable to call for help? Ashton wondered if he were a fool for worrying. Madeline handled all roads brilliantly. She never drove too quickly, never violated any traffic regulations, never took risks. She was the finest car he had ever owned.

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Rebecca accidentally pressed the elevator button for the thirteenth floor, then remembered there was no such level.

 

[J Riff]

Rebecca accidentally pressed the elevator button for the thirteenth floor, then remembered there was no such level. The elevator whizzed smoothly upward as she pondered its final destination. When the door opened, a room full of purple creatures were busily doing something incomprehensible, and Rebecca stood rooted in confusion until the doors slid shut, and she was whisked up to the 14th level. She glanced at the panel of buttons as she stepped out into the familiar buzz and hum of the office, and the number thirteen was gone. I must remember this, she thought, and turn it into a short science-fiction story someday. But she never did.

He found the evil thing in a pile of junk outside a thrift store.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

He found the evil thing in a pile of junk outside a thrift store. It was curiously liquid in appearance. Dark colors appeared and vanished on its surface. Joseph felt strangely attracted to this blob of some unknown gelatinous substance, no larger than the palm of his hand. He touched the surface with his thumb. It yielded to the pressure with a whispery sigh, as if it welcomed him. The colors brightened. Joseph smiled.

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The room smelled of smoke and whiskey.

 

[Boneman]

The room smelled of smoke and whiskey. Which was surprising, because Raleigh hadn't got back from the New World yet, and the Scots wouldn't invent whiskey for another 100 years at least. 'Must be me,' thought the time traveller, even though he didn't smoke or drink. 'Or someone else has been here before me...'


He tried to pull the dagger from his thigh, but his hands were slippery with blood.

 

[J Riff]

He tried to pull the dagger from his thigh, but his hands were slippery with blood. The sword sticking through his neck kept getting in the way and he decided to just give up and wait for the ambulance to arrive, which it did two minutes later. There was blood all over the patio by then and he tried to apologize to the other McDonalds patrons, who were staring at him like semi-conscious sheep, but all that came out was 'Glaargle'

He drained the huge tankard of ale and leapt to his feet.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

He drained the huge tankard of ale and leapt to his feet. "By Kragor's bleeding eye sockets!" The huge, red-bearded barbarian slammed his battleaxe into the table. All eyes in the tavern were frozen with terror. A few of the patrons scuttled off to safer hiding places, but most were paralyzed with fear. "Many leagues have I travelled, across deserts strewn with the bones of ancient necromancers, through mountain passes choked with snow, where only the laughter of mad spectres can be heard over the screaming winds. Many foul creatures, created by evil mages, have I slain, and many are the scars I wear as badges of valor. The babbling hordes of Velnor worship me as a god. And this is my reward?" He scowled at the trembling host. "I asked for a Bud Light!"

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William broke the window with his fist.

 

[A. Fare Wells]

William broke the window with his fist. Fragments of shattered glass lodged in his knuckles, but he did not feel the pain. All he felt was the ache of withdrawal from the GOG. He had never meant to start the drug, but a little peer pressure goes a long way. After the first taste, he was hooked. All it ever took was that first high and the mind became obsessed with achieving it again. And again. And again. William climbed through the window and flew back out again as the shotgun shells blew open his chest. Old Man Crawford put down his gun and smirked. "Only problem with Sunnydale's all the damn druggies."

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Beams of light shone through the window onto the crib.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Beams of light shone through the window onto the crib. The moonbeams sparkled with dust, as if the air were full of fairies. Mallory approached the slumbering infant, a flask of holy water in his hand. Now we'll find out for sure who your mother was.

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Parker followed the tracks for three days.

 

[J Riff]

Parker followed the tracks for three days. Eventually a small town hove into view and he waited till nightfall to enter it. He broke into a gas station and found keys for a Dodge truck parked in the lot. The tank was full and he swung onto the highway and drove east all night. He parked at a shopping mall in a mid-sized town and slept, then continued on. Two days later he caught up with George, at a scenic lookout in the mountains. He walked up behind the rat-like man, and said "George. Give me my lighter back."
"Eh?" said the man "Oh- sorry... yes, here it is, there you go, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to_"
"Shaddap." said Parker. He flicked the lighter and it was dead, out of gas.
Parker hit the guy once, then turned and went back the way he had come.

He hid the money in a Corn Flakes box and shoved it out of sight under the outhouse.

 

[Boneman]

He hid the money in a Corn Flakes box and shoved it out of sight under the outhouse. Unfortunately, when he returned a year later, the outhouse had been demolished by a lightning bolt during a tornado, and there was nothing left except a clump of fused penny pieces. He used that to smash the window of the Jewellers and ran off with 3 rolexes, 2 Cartiers and a Tag wristwatch. He didn't care - he had time on his hands.


"Look upon the dawn, it will be the last you see."

 

[A. Fare Wells]

"Look upon the dawn, it will be the last you see," Lefty said as he thumbed back the revolver's hammer. J.T. Culvin heard its **** as the morning light spread outward over the desert sand. It wasn't supposed to end like this. He had plans. He had dreams. But it was all about to come to an end. Lefty, the sun shining in his eyes, prepared to pull the trigger but hesitated. Squinting into the distance, he spied four horses running wild pulling a rambling stagecoach, leaving a trail of dust behind.



She loved this feeling.

 

[jastius]

she loved this feeling, the wind caressing her face in the lilac gleaming light shadow just before sunrise. the powdery white sand of the beach and the white rush of the waves into the shore. the air pushed past her fragrant with the spicy scent of the day's new blossoms. dancing with the breeze and playing with the air, she laughed and her joy made the stars sparkle for a brief moment before they hid themselves from the sovereign sun. she saw the bloom of dawn with a sigh, letting her wings bell down as her feet met the trailing surf. and her toes curled into the wet sand. Her wings furled then hid from the encroaching sunbeams. Another day had dawned. it was time for all night angels such as her to depart. with a brush of her hand her midnight robes of spider-silk became faded bluejeans and a tank top and she faded into the crowd of commuters.

the cat snarled at the shadow filling the doorway.

 

[J Riff]

....the cat snarled at the shadow filling the doorway. Jones leapt to his left and the cat went straight up, as Barker the android dog ran into the room, barking something arful and wagging his tail like a windshield wiper hooked up to a marine battery - 22 volts as opposed to the usual twelve of most standard car batteries, causing, in many cases an actual burn-out, or frying, of the wiper circuitry tested, but, in this case, Barker's foreign-engineered tail just went wagging like sixty, and both the cat and the man relaxed, and dropped back down from the ceiling where they had been clinging for most of the entire last paragraph. Barker glanced at them sternly. It was time to write, and even great scenes like like this one had to end, eventually... and thus it was, that:

Twenty thousand words into his WIP masterpiece, Fitzgibbons stopped typing and started reading what he had just written.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Twenty thousand words into his WIP masterpiece, Fitzgibbons stopped typing and started reading what he had just written. It was better than he had imagined. The characters were real. The descriptions were vivid. The style was elegant. The plot was original. Now if he could only think of a title. He reached for his copy of the complete works of Shakespeare and thrust his index finger into the book at random. The words stared back at him. Exit, pursued by a bear. Perfect!

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Hawks circled above the grassland.

 

[J Riff]

Hawks circled above the grassland. Tiny bird screams reached the ears of Krannigan far below as he rode the dusty trail to Tucumkari. The town where he would settle an old score by tomorrow afternoon. The town where Bart Bannister and his gang were holed up. Tucumkari, the town where Krannigan was going to create a lot of work for the local coffin and tombstone makers. Above, the hawks - actually vultures pretending to be hawks - circled patiently. They knew that choice snacks always eventually appeared in Kranningan's wake. Krannigan laughed cruelly and unleashed a few rounds at the circling vulture-hawks. Being the star of a western zombie trilogy was great. He rode on.

He arched his eyebrows as the arrow flew toward him.