What if?: First and last

Friday, April 07, 2006

First and last

A fun exercise I was given once in workshop was for everyone in the group to come up with three examples of first lines, and last lines of a story. Then we passed our sheets of paper to the left, and we told to choose one of the ones we got for a short story. For example:

"The moment Jane came home and noticed her living room smelled like wet dog, she knew what was left of her already horrific day was not going to get any better."

"The new owners never did find out about the way Steve made his money."

Post your ideas here, and we will disperse them about or somehow randomly choose some next week. Be creative! The more outlandish the better to inspire creativity!

7 Comments:

Blogger Thomas said...

As "Skinny" Kenny McAdams hauled his corpulent body to the top the stairs, the pain raced through his left arm like a shot of boiling heroin. Stumbling forward, he barely made it inside his apartment before he fell over and died. It was only when the paramedics rolled his corpse over that the true tragedy was revealed: Underneath lay the lifeless body of Vienna, the lovable star of the SouperPup dog food commercials.

1:25 PM  
Blogger Leesa said...

"He could not help but stare. She seemed perfect, absolutely perfect, sipping on her iced tea in the neighborhood café. Her hair, a tuft of which was expertly tucked behind her right ear, was perfect. Everything about her looked like an Italian painter had created her image for that moment, including the early evening light, highlighting her beauty."

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"He looked at his watch. 6:30. With disgust, he exhaled audibly. He had missed the train."

6:39 AM  
Blogger Giovanna said...

"Mary knew she should have worn underwear that day."

"What a moment to realize your parents really weren't your parents."

9:41 AM  
Blogger AndyT13 said...

"Damn.", he said, and died.

12:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"See you later," she said, but what I heard was the damning finality of "goodbye".

12:16 AM  
Blogger Daniel said...

It started out like any other day. The dreary dirt of the cobblestone caked to his shoes and the black coal colored coat hung over his thin and bony shoulders. He had his pick in hand and was racing to the lorry, wouldn't do to be late yet again.
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Matilde closed her eyes. Yes, it was an end.

5:58 PM  
Blogger Nancy Dancehall said...

Woke up in a strange room again and it took me a while to remember it wasn't mine.








The tapping on the window grew louder, then stopped altogether.

5:21 PM  

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