Friday, November 20, 2009

First Line Challenge

Today we are going to start a feature designed to get your creative juices flowing!  I will give you a sentence (or part of a sentence) that is the opening line from a famous book.  Your job is to turn it into a paragraph that is totally unique, and totally you!

Authors and characters are all welcome to try this little exercise.  Let's see how many different perspectives we can create.

Bonus points for anyone who can identify the book the sentence(s) are from.  Okay, are you ready? Here we go...

Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that...

29 comments:

Ginger said...

reminded me I was hungry. Pizza from Naples Deli, just across the street from my new home-cum-Victorian-tearoom, Ocean Breeze Teas. I had been running errands all day and been too busy to eat. Not to mention that I couldn't really afford to eat. Every penny I had was tied up in my new business. Perhaps if I pressed my nose against the glass and looked pathetic, I thought.

Vic said...

put me in mind of blood. Type O, to be exact. After a bleak and grueling day of hiding from the sun, I was ready to stalk my prey and have a feast. I wrapped my leather coat around myself and headed out into the darkness.

Ricky said...

made me think of stale beer and pine-scented cleaning products that didn't come close to covering the smell of puke from the night before. Dammit, when would I find a band that was good enough to play the better venues? Booking acts into these dive bars was no way to earn a living.

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

... thrummed discordantly with warring notes: the essence of life and the odour of death delayed. The cloying perfume, bound jasmine and tearose, insinuated itself into nasal passages and choaked the throat with gagging cough. What need was there for sight when whiffs whisper to the primative brain that now would be the time to run?

Jil said...

.made the kennel dogs cower in their beds,shivering and hackles raised, noses tucked under tightly pressed tails. Even when Emma arrived with their breakfast they didn't move, just watched her with pale yellow eyes so their fear became hers and she backed out, locking the door behind her."It's the drawing," she screamed as she ran for the house remembering the story told by the wall eyed child of how one day something evil and putrid smelling would come and draw the soul from every living thing, leaving behind a world full of emotionless husks.

Jil said...

Could this be from "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner"?

Christine H said...

No, it isn't! More recent than that.

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

Eragon by Christopher Paolini

Christine H said...

Very good Elaine! You got it!

Here are your bonus points:

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Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

I love bonus points!
We study Eragon in the Spring Term - Quests Unit.
I read it and screamed - had to distance myself so I could write anything - didn't mind what I wrote either.
Then I went to see New Moon and forgot to think about what character actually approaches... definitely knee-high evil!

Laura Martone said...

...reminded me of the sweet olive trees in the French Quarter. Ah, what an amazing scent! One whiff and I was carried back to my youth, to lazy afternoons spent strolling amid the historic edifices, hand in hand with my mom. Who cared that the wind howled, and the storm grew near? Sweet olive soothed me in a way that nothing else could.

Indigo Cypress said...

...told Meg and I to run. A fire had started somewhere in the forest - perhaps due to a wayward lightning strike. We could smell the burning cinders, we could see the pulsating glow, and we knew we had to get out before the fire reached us.

Olivia Harper said...

...smelled like the sea, a blend of foam and brine that normally would have soothed me. But that night was different. Through the open French windows in the master bedroom, I could hear the chimes that hung above the beachside balcony – an innocent sound on ordinary nights. Though it's always blustery on the island where I live, that night’s gulf breezes were unusual, murmuring inevitable doom in a trusted friend’s voice. Twenty years had passed since the last hurricane hit the coast, and the island had been due for awhile. We'd braced ourselves for the worst that summer, but the season was nearly over, and we had yet to hear a peep from the ocean.

Laura Martone said...

Hey, Christine, I enjoyed the first line challenge today! Sorry I was late to the party - we were moving again today!

Laura Martone said...

Oh, and Elaine... so, what did you think of NEW MOON? The movie, of course - not the book. ;-)

Christine H said...

I haven't seen it yet!!! Don't talk about it here!!!

Anonymous said...

smelled like raspberries and cut pine needles. She remembered how sticky they had been. The memory came at her without warning. Her knees buckled beneath her. All at once, she was on the forest floor, burrowing her nose in the damp fallen leaves, needing something to quell the sensation.

Olivia Harper said...

Woah, Anon! What was THAT all about? Color me intrigued.

P.S. Oh, and Christine, don't worry. My author didn't crave details, just overall impressions. Apparently, she's only mildly curious about NEW MOON. (at least, that's what she says...)

Christine H said...

You were moving again Laura? Didn't you just move a few weeks ago?

Methinks that last one was a little hedgehog or chipmunk or something.

Laura Martone said...

Ooh, I love chipmunks! They're so cute and speedy. (My cat loves them, too.)

And, yes, I did move a few weeks ago, from northern Michigan to a temporary place in Metairie (just outside New Orleans), but now that the film festival's over (phew!), we've found an awesome apartment in the French Quarter! Even though it's raining today, things are looking up!

Anonymous said...

Haha, Olivia,
just having an out-of-body body moment, kind of going with the opening...
some place that might spur some thoughts, some imaginings...

Olivia Harper said...

That's what Come in Character is for. I'm always having out-of-body moments here, and so does my author. :-)

Candy said...

Of course not - the ancient mariner would never have used the word "scent". Even I know that. What was my author thinking!

Laura Martone said...

Aw, Candy, give your author a break. We're not infallible, you know. If we were, we wouldn't need beta readers. Sigh.

Aidan said...

It reminds me of last night. shudder

Devi Marconi said...

Ooh, that's ominous. What happened last night, Aidan? Or do you just like to tease us?

Aidan said...

It was a Wild Night when I could smell demon attack on the air. We fought them off but not without casualties. I broke my arm and Kaelin got a good knock on the head. Not a good night.

Devi Marconi said...

I'm sorry to hear that, Aidan. Honestly.

I hope that demon bones heal quickly.

Donna Hole said...

I submitted a short story to my writers group and this weekend they critiqued it. Can't think of anything to write except . .

. . . reminded me of hot ink in the revision process.

Move over usual characters. This story's going down!

.....dhole