I saw this cool writing meme on Tumblr, and instead of responding on there, I decided it would be a fun thing to put up on my blog!
The instructions are: “List the first lines of your last twenty stories. See if you find any patterns.” All my stories are on here, anyway, so y’know, if you like the first lines, you can go check them out if you haven’t already! (This is how marketing works, folks–probably.)
In no particular order:
- The last time Arnie had been here was for his cousin’s wedding: the sprawling ranch house had been filled with laughing guests, half-drunk relatives, tables groaning with food, and pulsing music so loud he had had to shout in Maria’s ear for her to come dance with him.
- The ghost was hovering by the swingset again.
- Kessie smiled at the sign haphazardly plastered onto the shop window under the larger “HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY” banner.
- The pill bottle’s lid hadn’t been tightened properly, and when Bill finally twisted it open, capsules spilled all over his desk.
- “Are you sure?”
- Elliot would like to say that his years playing shooter video games prepared him for this.
- “Exactly how many knives will you throw?” I asked, gesturing at the five crates on the ground.
- His shovel sinks into the stiff earth with a satisfying crunch.
- “Never been on a boat before, huh?”
- Plopping his overstuffed briefcase on his chair, Lucas tiredly opened it and yanked out a battered laptop.
- The man was waiting at the end of the street.
- Toni slipped through the portal, and had enough awareness to realize she was somewhere outside before she collapsed on the ground, dizzy from the trip and the cloying odor of red wine once again filling her nostrils.
- Sadie was pleased; the “out” box was finally taller than the “in” box.
- Blearily, I glanced over at the beeping phone from my position under the tree.
- “It’s big.”
- Chip was smarter than your average stuffed animal.
- Melrose Avenue rises away from the setting sun, and your shadow stretches long and thin ahead of you.
- The man in front of Mona had forgotten to put on deodorant, and the sickly sweet scent of sweat wafted around his perspiring form like that kid from the Peanuts comics.
- “Oh, by the way, your dad wants to see you guys this weekend.”
- Going from the nether worlds of Hell to the tangibility of Earth always made me itchy.
I’m pleased to see quite a bit of variance, though I do tend to establish the main character’s name in the first sentence. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but there we are. Couple instances of the passive voice, and only one story from first person POV, heh. I’m actually surprised not to see more dialogue, as I do prefer those types of beginnings. I didn’t include any stories that were split up into multiple parts, which made my list exactly twenty.
Try the meme yourself–I tag anyone who wants to do it! Share it on your own blog or just in the comments below!