Hile, my lovelies!
Today, with the pleasure of a thousand sheikhs bathed in chocolate, I bring you a creative writing exercise resource THING. As you might have noticed, of late I’ve become a regular reader of Chuck Wendig’s blog terribleminds. One of my favorites of his columns is his weekly, Fridayly (Fridaily?) flash fiction challenge. He posts a new one every week, and each one is a frolicking romp of a creative writing challenge, and it’s all muy inspiring and so forth and whatnot.
The current challenge is to write an opening line (15 words max), which other writers will then use to craft a tale for next week’s challenge. Me, I’ve officially hied myself to the comments section of said current challenge and posted the following as my opening line:
“I can see why you don’t have any friends,” said the poltergeist.
After I posted this to Wendig’s blog, I thought that I should probably post it to mine own.
And after I thought I should post it to mine own, I thought that I should also post a few other opening lines just for fun.
And after I thought that I should post other opening lines for fun, I thought I should invite you all to use these lines as you see fit: either as inspiration for other opening lines, or as inspiration for stories, or as inspiration for poetry, or as inspiration for a collection of fictional tweets from the bathroom. It’s up to you.
At any rate, please to be finding below a list of first lines (some longer than 15 words). You have my permission to use them as thou wilt. If you get rich and famous off the resulting stories, though, do be kind enough to drop my name to the press, won’t you? Thanks.
Creative Writing Resource: Opening Lines (Free!)
The humans slept.
The book fell open to a well-read page, and what she saw there made her heart race.
After dinner, he took the guests’ tongues one by one.
He always knew some small thing would bring his destruction, but he’d never suspected a bobby pin.
“Ow, my elbow joint! Hand me that oil can, willya?”
The whispers wouldn’t stop.
Maybe nobody would think to look for her under the bubbles.
In the nineteenth year of Goriakin Warhound’s reign, the owl people came down out of the mountains.
She stared out over the rim of her glass, still tasting the poison on her lips, and wondered which of her brothers had tried to kill her.
Look. I was just doing what I had to. Everybody knows the only good crilli is a dead crilli.
It wasn’t until he was ten that he realized he was the only one who could see the blood.
“Don’t you effing dare hang up on me! I have exactly three more points on my li–”
In a certain light, the back of the door looked pink.
The storm refused to break until the fever did.
The house was an adorable combo of Victorian frill and oversized 1980s slouch, and he was sure that it was trying to kill him.
I like music that tells a story. What was happening onstage was more like a tech manual for vacuum cleaner assembly.
“My goodness, get in here. What have you done to yourself? Your hair looks like a mullet.”
Years later, they would reassure each other that she deserved it.
When the priest levitated over the altar and up past the crucifix, Mrs. Denby finally bolted from the front row and ran shrieking down the nave.
He glanced at it just in time to see it move.
Annnnnnd that’s a wrap. Share your thoughts, inspirations, stories, world domination schemes, and whatnots in the comments!