Some of my friends started doing a 50 first lines thing last night while I was asleep (wooh time zones!) and I wanted to join in, but since they’re now asleep (wooh time zones!), I can only guess what the rules were.
Using my amazing powers of deduction, I think we’re meant to write 50 first lines of 50 stories.
This is a cool idea, I thought, and opened up a new document.
And hour later, with 10 lines, I went: this is a hard idea. But fun.
I’ll keep adding to them because I’m hoping all this random stuff will spark something today, but so far I have this, and I can see some serious potential in one.
- Grifter’s Tongue is a long strip of land – a sand bar, really – where the fur seals gather in their hundreds, lying in wait for the annual story-telling that will choose them a summer Queen.
- The Great Angels in the museum had not moved for years, so when display #394 disappeared, everyone assumed it had been stolen.
- The new head was a good fit.
- The house was covered with brown paper, and sounded like a drum full of bees.
- Emmeline opened the tail-box and ran her fingers along the desiccated remains of her infant limb.
- Bumblers never stopped, not even for angels in the road, which made them the only choice for taking caravans through the desert of one million nameless gods.
- Falling is the fastest way to get anywhere, as all dreamers know, even when they forget.
- It was the third time Alfred had to get his smartphone exorcised, and this time he was going diy – he had the salt, a toothpick crucifix, and some step-by-step Latin ritual he’d downloaded from Instructables.
- We were teeth, and that was all we were supposed to remember when she sent us to war.
- Even when I led the boy away from his body, his hand was curiously warm in mine.