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

The trail jinked sharply left, avoiding the barren ground. The rocky foothills, while shielding us from the harsh mid day radiation, did not provide much better conditions for the convoy. In fact it would be the perfect setup for an ambush. The soldiers riding desant on board the tracked vehicles trundling through the outcrops kept their weapons trained high on the horizon and the ones marching dutifully alongside our vehicle ensured our precious cargo would be kept safe. Capture or destruction of which could mean the end of this planet and all who called it home.

"All this fuss" I thought to myself "For a single green plant."

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The dank, cobbled tunnel continued further ahead where a sickly green glow punctuated the darkness.
 
The dank, cobbled tunnel continued further ahead where a sickly green glow punctuated the darkness. Sabastian dared to approach, but picked up a rusted pipe along the way--just in case. Now a meter away, the glow revealed itself as a floating sphere of light. Sabastian prodded the anomaly and it flinched backwards, as if sentient. In seconds it grew exponentially larger until it was big enough for him to pass through. Why he knew it the light would allow passage he didn't understand, but he knew. He passed through without reservation--which is what concerned him most.

The oddest thing about Justine's home was that the carpets were made of worms.
 
The oddest thing about Justine's home was that the carpets were made of worms. Dead worms, admittedly, alien worms, beyond question, but not a home furnishing one saw often in this rugged part of the galaxy. Many of the cadets owned Slug rugs, a few even had Millipede mats, but genuine Centipede carpets were a fabulous luxury, especially here in this forgotten, dusty, dead-end nowheresville part of the Milky way. It was truly a shame that Justine was going to have to put his rugs up on EBay, in order to pay for this month's oxygen supply. After that...

The desperate yelling and pounding noise reminded Jimbo of music, though it obviously wasn't.
 
The desperate yelling and pounding noise reminded Jimbo of music, though it obviously wasn't. Whatever was in that big crate was making a heck of a racket, but it had a sort of a beat to it. Jimbo found himself humming along as he pushed the crate up the ramp to the receiving dock. The foreman nodded at him. "Third one this week, Jimbo," he said. "Don't know what the Doc wants with 'em, but I'll be glad when the warehouse is nice and quiet again." The thing in the crate growled.

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Ian hid under the ruins of a wrecked limousine and waited.
 
Ian hid under the ruins of a wrecked limousine and waited. He shivered both from fear and that weird, rubbery feeling it caused. The silhouette of the husky thing appeared a few meters to his left and Ian hoped he melded well enough with the limo's shadows. The fantom hesitated, stooped a little, then glanced right in Ian's direction; one of those looks where you coundn't tell if someone were gazing right at you or just beyond you. The figure darted away too fast for something of its bulk, but Ian couldn't tell the direction. He'd seen in far too many movies where he would silently tell the actor, "It's a trick, stay where you are!" He did just that.

Wayne didn't know Susan well at all, but there was something about her that didn't sit well.
 
Wayne didn't know Susan well at all, but there was something about her that didn't sit well. She was undoubtedly charming, he acknowledged, as she bent to kiss his grandmother's cheek. He could almost hear Gran's thoughts. "Such a sweet girl. You can tell she has breeding. Look at the bone structure. Oh, and that ageless skin." Granny wouldn't notice the legs, but he certainly did. And yet... Perhaps it was the eyes. Those elongated pupils were certainly unusual.

She shouldn't have opened the box, Pandora thought, but this could do no harm.
 
She shouldn't have opened the box, Pandora thought, but this could do no harm. Well, at least not any more than she had suffered from their attackers. In the midst of a conflict and with her back quite literally to the wall, she had no other options but to open the ruggedised transport crate. With a resigned breath she engaged the nano machine hunter-killer swarm and prayed they had been properly tested.

There was barely a moment to catch a breath before each of the three pillars had tumbled earthward, as if the sky had fractured and begun to fall.
 
There was barely a moment to catch a breath before each of the three pillars had tumbled earthward, as if the sky had fractured and begun to fall. Was the earthquake a sign the Gods disapproved, or merely the natural shifting of the land as the planets around them shifted on their axis? It happened every hundred years, and yet this time it seemed coordinated, somehow, striking down the cities that revered the White Gods. It was what stirred in the ruins that convinced Elgan he should flee.




He truly hadn't known he'd transgressed, so when his magic failed he was at a loss to understand it.
 
He truly hadn't known he'd transgressed, so when his magic failed he was at a loss to understand it. Simon had drawn the pentagram with great care; selected only the purest herbs and finest potions; calculated the rising of the full moon to the second. Yet not a single spirit appeared. Simon sighed in disgust and wondered if he should just go back to accounting school. He threw his ashen wand (purchased at great cost from a skilled Welsh craftsman) on the ground. "Damn it to hell!" He didn't know that he spoke with more truth than he imagined.

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The two rivers met in a deep, narrow canyon.
 
The two rivers met in a deep, narrow canyon. The confluence of forces meeting formed a whirlpool, whitewater and boiling currents that whirled angrily, with nowhere to dissipate their energy. He knew if he couldn't get clear of it soon he'd drown, and part of his mind wondered how long it would be before his body was released.




He turned his back on her so she wouldn't see the tears, and walked into the forest.
 
He turned his back on her so she wouldn't see the tears, and walked into the forest. A thousand years of summer melodies lay behind him, their romance shattered and broken on the ground. The lord of the crystal city had thought their love was eternal, but in a single night of passion she had undone everything.


Will swayed in the saddle as the sun beat down on him mercilessly.
 
Will swayed in the saddle as the sun beat down on him mercilessly. He couldn't tell what felt stronger; relief or fear that the arrowhead, buried deep in his thigh, no longer sent piecing pain through his body. A dry chuckle rattled out of him as he remembered the archer's final expression. Bullets'll do that to a man.


Falls cascaded down into the valley, falls of cool liquid metal.
 
Falls cascaded down into the valley, falls of cool liquid metal. Sprinkles of metal mist brushed against Tae's face and he quickly wiped it away, having no idea of the effect if it dried, before continuing farther into the valley. Walls of interlayering grey slate sloped upward to the east, and a wide, splashing stream, fueled by the falls, lay to the west allowing him to travel only forward or back the way he started. Going back, he already knew, meant possible death; he was surprised he made it this far. Straight ahead, unfortunately, meant the same.

Azarok blew out the lemon scented candle on his nightstand and drifted into a demon's daydream.
 
Azarok blew out the lemon scented candle on his nightstand and drifted into a demon's daydream. Whips; chains; naked, sweating sinners writhing in agony and begging for mercy. It was a pleasant fantasy, full of blood and flames. Azarok sighed. It was bad enough being an apprentice angel, but why did he have to be assigned to a trivial, boring planet like Earth?

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The ruins of the ancient city glittered in the distance as the swollen red sun rose behind them.
 
The ruins of the ancient city glittered in the distance as the swollen red sun rose behind them. Leubriah was - like most mornings- up early to watch the spectacle that she had admired since she was a child. She often pondered about what the ruins would look like up close, and wished for nothing more than to explore beyond the great wall.

A quiet knock on the large doors echoed.

"Your Grace," the harsh voice of the servant broke the silence.

"What is it, Kila?" Leubriah asked with an exaggerated sigh. She hated her servant. Always around when she didn't need her, and never around when she did. Not to mention the way the servant spoke really grated on her nerves.

"Your mother the Queen, Your Grace." Kila curtsied before exiting, and Leubriah turned to watch her mother enter.

"What is it mother?" She asked in a sharpening tone.

"Mind your tone, child," her mother retorted. She took a deep breath and her eyes grew grim. "It's your father."

The blood drained from Leubriah's face. She had feared this day would come, and had told her father countless times that he shouldn't be venturing beyond the wall without his personal guard. Now, her greatest fear had come true.

He slammed the glass down onto the bar counter, and ordered another whiskey.
 
He slammed the glass down onto the bar counter, and ordered another whiskey.
"None of that jap crap this time! Gimme a single malt."
"It's four hundred credits a shot, Blake. You know damn well a supply ship doesn't have room for luxuries, up here on Santos-7."
Blake knew it, but had his memories of Islay Mist floating in front of him.
Maybe I should see the Doc and have them removed. Make drinking in this bar more fun.



I went back in time and she was waiting for me.
 
I went back in time and she was waiting for me. Pristine and verdant, she was the loveliest thing I had ever seen. Her megafauna were not so lovely, of course, but I was prepared to take my chances with them, for the sake of a planet to call my own.

I thought that I was prepared for anything, until I looked in the mirror.
 
I had thought I was prepared for anything, until I looked in the mirror. I was used to the fact that the face which looked back was no longer mine, but a cruel caricature time had painted over the decades, but not its total absence, merely a pair of slightly steamed up spectacles suspended in the air. Oh, the young lady who had accompanied me home after Saturday's disco had been imaginative, and some few drops of blood had been spilt, and my joints had ached less upon awakening than in many years, while in truth I deserved a memorable backache, but this?

How was I ever going to shave?
 
How was I ever going to shave? The rival magical clan, the Marconis, had put a price on my head. Since then, fae folk of every ilk had dusted off their cauldrons and practised their pentacles. Now all they needed was a single hair, and I would be history.

It was only one word.

:)
 
It was only one word. A word so terrible it destroyed nations; so vast it sent entire planets into chaos, and it was never to be spoken. It should've been stricken from the records, forgotten, banned; but he said it.



The sad melody of the guitar echoed through the corridors.
 
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