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

[Boneman]

A galexy of miniscule globules spewed from his tight "F" forming lips, he was a man who liked to curse.
"...Uck it all!" he shouted, not caring this was a church, with priests and bishops attending. Where'd they been when his wife and daughter were taken by the raiders? Praying safe and sound inside the castle, surrounded by an army. Parasites.


He'd taken the antidote to the poisoned tea an hour before he sat down opposite his assassin.


@stephen.samuels. You gotta use the line provided by the previous poster. Unless you meant to post in 'Shout your frustrations' thread...

 

[Spiegal]

Apologies, it's a little longer than a paragraph!

He'd taken the antidote to the poisoned tea an hour before he sat down opposite his assassin. Wearing a subtle, yet smug grin he clasped his hands together and leant towards me, an overconfident gesture that betrayed his preparations.

"So. Let's talk shall we?" He finally uttered, taking a sip of his tea before settling it on the saucer once again. The over dramatic gesture was all the proof I needed that he thought his antidote would grant him immunity.

"My friend, there is nothing to discuss. I bid you farewell." As I dabbed my mouth with a napkin and stood to leave he grabbed at my arm, blustering with rage.

"You stupid *******! You think you can outsmart me? I own this city, you understand? I know everything that passes the limits, including your fancy poisons!"

I pulled my arm free from his weakening grip and turned to the door.

"And who do you suppose supplies the only antidotes to my 'fancy' poisons?"

"H-how... You...!"

He spluttered softly, eyes wide as the seizure took hold. I made my exit through the side door and left, scaling a fire escape to the rooftops. It would be some minutes before the police would find him dead on the floor. Another piece of the puzzle removed forever.

A good Assassin leaves nothing to chance.

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With a bang, the object launched itself high into the air.

 

[Boneman]

Worth it though! Good piece...

With a bang, the object launched itself high into the air. At its apogee, small wings sprouted front and back and a glide path established almost immediately. It swung around the clocktower, across the village green and honed in on the pub. Deftly manoevring through an open window it skimmed through the snug and skidded along the bar, narrowling avoiding a pint of bown ale, two gin and tronics and a bottle of scrumpy. It came to a halt and Eric picked it up.

"Ah. Dinner's ready, better go."

"Nasa laid off your wife, then?"

"Aye. She likes to keep busy."




If I stayed in the water any longer, I'd freeze.

 

[J Riff]

If I stayed in the water any longer, I'd freeze. The water itself, on the other hand, was already frozen. I learned this when I tried to leap nimbly out from my Polar Bear swim. I could see the others on the far shore, teeth chattering like woodpeckers in heat as they slugged back warming beverages, color slowly returning to their tortured flesh as they boasted proudly to their shore-bound fans. They hadn't noticed me yet and I was starting to worry a bit but then everything... slowly went.. .. bllaa--a-a-a-a.. ..*

They dragged the body out of the lake early one lovely spring morning.

 

[cgsmith]

They dragged The body out of the lake early one lovely spring morning. I was watching from the tree line with a fine mist of rain covering me with a perpetual wetness. It crept down the neck of my coat and made me shiver. It was cold for the time of year. The sky was grey and featureless, it was just plain bad weather. I wiped my glasses for the third time, I wanted to see him, the coward. Then there he was, I got to see him, all twisted up, and the day was truly lovely, at least it was for me.

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The computer crashed, all the information they had came from some kind of round glass and metal thing, a guage Sam had called it.

 

[jastius]

The computer crashed, all the information they had came from some kind of round glass and metal thing; a gauge, Sam had called it. Staring at it with cold fear sweat beading his brow, he willed the thing to work. Lev didn't know a gauge from a frog but it was the only thing they had to get them out of the sulfur swamps corroding everything on the craft causing multiple systems failures, and back to a sub orbital plane and help. "Hang on Buddy," Lev told Sam, strapped into the opposite launch cradle sling, only his face with the blue and purple lines of the swamp puffers poison lifting up the skin visible over the stasis suit. "We will get you into the med tech in no time." Lev gritted his teeth as the craft shuddered around them... they were going to need a miracle this time...

All the young things were turning purple

 

[cgsmith]

All the young things were turning purple. Little hairs were sprouting on their heads and, almost imperceptibly slowly, their little legs were growing. Soon they would be the height of an average man and their purple proto-skin would come off in flakes and we would have our first human replicas. Them invasion could begin.

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The gaping mouth of the cave, although jagged and unpleasant and dangerous, was inviting.

(Almost wrote "they were going to need a miracle this time..." To find out what was going to happen to Sam and Lev.)

 

[jastius]

All the young things were turning purple. Little hairs were sprouting on their heads and, almost imperceptibly slowly, their little legs were growing. Soon they would be the height of an average man and their purple proto-skin would come off in flakes and we would have our first human replicas. Them invasion could begin.

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The gaping mouth of the cave, although jagged and unpleasant and dangerous, was inviting.

(Almost wrote "they were going to need a miracle this time..." To find out what was going to happen to Sam and Lev.)

?????
did you want me to tell you a story?

The gaping mouth of the cave, though jagged and unpleasant and dangerous, was inviting. But it was one invitation Norbert was just too keen to turn down... too late. It beckoned Norbert towards it with the same unwavering hypnotic pull of a cobra enticing a baby bunny. As he drew closer he felt the little crawling fronds furling around him.. drawing him in. The acid in each slowly dancing frond hit him with the kick of a fusion blast. All of his muscles tightened into rigor as the acid ate through the suit's protective barrier. He tried desperately to stop, to halt. To just not let it pull him into the gaping maw that hid just beyond the light of the cave opening. His feet dragged as it scoured his feebly resisting body against the ground, pulling him over the loose scree, tearing his suit to shreds. More fronds were tying themselves around him in a choking hold and more acid dripping over him searing and burning. Then Norbert remembered the plasma recoil button in his glove.. if it was still working. Norbert hit the button and felt the surge of power against him, over him; just as the giant squid flower's steely leaves closed around him to slide him into the acid pouch of its gullet. The plant stiffened. It was working! Norbert was elated. Then he heard the unmistakable ping of his oxygen tank emptying out its last dregs.



Gabby's hand shook as she approached the black unicorn, her hand extended hesitantly; all unicorns were good, weren't they?

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Gabby's hand shook as she approached the black unicorn, her hand extended hesitantly; all unicorns were good, weren't they? Of course, she had never been able to come so close to one before. That spiral horn looked dangerous, too. Still, the beautiful creature (more like a slender llama than a horse, really, with thick fur darker than midnight and shining hooves) seemed calm enough. It tilted its long, narrow head slightly, let out a huff, and looked directly at her, as if to say Here we are; now what? Gabby dared to stroke its forehead, just above the horn. The unicorn closed it huge eyes and sigh with apparent content. Gabby grinned. The stories were true. Black unicorns only liked women who were very, very far from being virgins.

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The temple door was tall, thin, and weathered with age.

 

[cgsmith]

@jastius, yeah, I kinda forgot I was reading an exercise in creating a hook, I was like, 'aw bugger' lol

The temple door was tall, thin, and weathered with age. A description that would never be applied to me, I thought as I hobbled along the path with the others. The smell of cloves and olive oil still stung my nostrils but I had gotten used to the indignity of what they made us wear for the sacrifice. The stiff cloth wrapped about our hips and the sharp stone it held in place between out legs gave us all our awkward lumbering gait. I wondered why I'd volunteered for this, it was absurd. What would a god need with my blood, and what difference does it make to a being - who could turn whole mountains upsidedown - if there's a sharp stone pinched between my balls in a particular way. As we passed through the door I suddenly saw the priests for who they really were, I gulped and decided that I'd changed my mind.

(Sorry if this is too graphic or anything, I'm new and don't know where the lines are.)

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In the darkness his fingers moved over the many blades, as if selecting the perfect one for the job.

 

[Boneman]

@cgsmith: that was fine - there's no hard and fast rule, as long as it's a para.

In the darkness his fingers moved over the many blades, as if selecting the perfect one for the job. Finally satisfied, he pulled one out and inserted it carefully into the lock. The darkness helped - he relied solely on touch, undistracted by vision. Of course, the blade held at his throat was a distraction, but he could live with that. The lock turned, and the sapphire gate opened for the first time in a hundred years.


"Run!" she whispered, pushing her son away.

 

[tinkerdan]

"Run!" she whispered, pushing her son away.

No one expects a driver going through the intersection at that speed to even contemplate turning and yet that's exactly what they did. Under normal conditions it would be difficult at best to stay on the road and this was dead of winter with the slush of snow and salt several inches deep. Frozen she watched as her son obeyed her command hindered by his own short legs, bulky clothing and the fact that he'd kept his eyes on his mother; not watching where he was going. In a horrible flash she'd come to realize one thing more horrible than watching her own son die.

He jumped off the edge knowing he had scarce time to contemplate what he'd just done.

 

[mithril]

He jumped off the edge knowing he had scarce time to contemplate what he'd just done. An instant of weightlessness and then gravity took him. “Now what, genius,” the voice in his head drawled even as he started to scream. “Stupid humans. Never take time to think things through, “ the grumbling continued. It took another minute or so for Ali to realise he was no longer falling, and a lot more than that to stop screaming and open his eyes. It was no use though, he couldn’t see a thing, though he did seem to be lying on something soft.

“Please, I need to see, “ Ali’s voice shook badly.
“No you don’t, “ the voice replied. “You’ll just start screaming again. Now just shut up for a bit and let me figure out this skipping business, first time I’ve had to do this…” the voice had started sounding increasingly preoccupied. Ali squeezed his eyes shut again and moaned softly.

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The village of Greensands had been without its moon for a fortnight now, and everyone blamed Josh.

 

[J Riff]

The village of Greensands had been without its moon for a fortnight now, and everyone blamed Josh. His reputation as a master-thief was growing with each passing day and moonless night. Where could he be hiding it? His rude hut was already bulging with his collection of shrunken monkey heads, and there was nowhere else that the villagers could discover that would hold a solar body, albeit a smallish one like the Moon. Josh had no idea where the Moon had gotten to, but he kept his lips zipped and waited like everyone else. It would turn up eventually, it always did.

He yanked back the covers and there it was- pulsing like a living human heart.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

He yanked back the covers and there it was- pulsing like a living human heart. Colors that reminded him of toxic chemicals writhed over the thing's surface, as if they were vermin trying to escape. A foul-smelling liquid bubbled from countless tiny pores. The thing was only roughly a sphere, like some pitted meteorite come to Earth. Nathan laughed hysterically when he noticed the Valentine's Day card lying beneath it, the pastel hearts and angels soaked with the thing's gray fluid. It opened a yellow eye and stared at him.

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That I am thief and cheat I do not deny; but the reasons for my actions are good ones.

 

[Boneman]

That I am thief and cheat I do not deny; but the reasons for my actions are good ones. I stole the heart of woman and cheated death to make her safe. There were those who hunted her, who would have used her foully and then killed her - all in the name of ritual sacrifice to keep a town safe from the demon that haunted it. She fell in love with me, and we slew the demon with our love. We left the town far behind us.


Going back in time was easier than I thought, but the consequences were startling.

 

[Spiegal]

Going back in time was easier than I thought, but the consequences were startling. I would never have realised I could put up so much of a fight back when I was 21.

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When the sirens started to cry out over our town it suddenly became all too real

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

When the sirens started to cry out over our town it suddenly became all too real. Those lovely, water-dwelling creatures sang melodies that drove the citizens of our community into despair with their sadness. Every stream, every pond, even many swimming pools in suburban backyards were homes to weeping loreleis. What had transformed their songs, normally so cheerful, into heartbreaking dirges?

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All I needed was a good pair of hiking boots and a whip.

 

[A. Fare Wells]

All I needed was a good pair of hiking boots and a whip. Steep hills and boulders dot the terrain on the way to the old house. Buy the wrong pair of boots and you were apt to be walking on the soles of your own bared feet before you were halfway there and with PETA breathing down my neck, the whip was my lone option to keep the Cha'ken at bay without raising a ruckus on my way to speak to the hermit.

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There were only three names in the little black book; Doug Newman, Monica Blacksworn and Red.

 

[TitaniumTi]

There were only three names in the little black book; Doug Newman, Monica Blacksworn and Red. The first was the past, the second the present and the third an opportunity. Red had come to her a week before, with an invitation to join him on an expedition to the Yawning Cliffs, to discover the truth in the old stories. This invitation promised an opportunity to profitably apply the training provided by Newman and the experience gleaned from working with Blacksworn. But first, she needed to reach a decision.

The trail jinked sharply left, avoiding the barren ground.