Friday, February 5, 2010

First Line Challenge

Are you ready to get your creative juices flowing?

I'll give you the first sentence of a famous novel, and your job is to turn it into a paragraph that is totally unique, and totally you!

Authors and characters are all welcome to attempt this little exercise. Let's see how many different perspectives we can create. As a bonus, try to guess the book that's being quoted. I'll give you a hint: In honor of fast-approaching Valentine's Day, it's a classic romance.

(Incidentally, the last opener was from The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells.)

Okay, are you ready? Here we go!

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner...


Ginger said...

the rain had been pouring like Noah's flood, overfilling the reflecting pond in the Italian garden so that it flooded the boxwood maze around it and carried a little tide of wood chips down the steps to the rose garden.

"Rogers won't like that," I said, referring to my aunt's head gardener, as I stared gloomily out the window.

My cousin John St. John sipped his coffee moodily. "Who gives a damn what Rogers likes? Now the Philmont's garden party will be canceled, and I won't get to see April."

"You see too much of her already," I put in.

"You're just jealous because you see no one."

Jil said...

the funeral guests had been arriving and I was expected to greet them all with the mournful expression expected in such a situation. I even dredged up a tear or two, not enough to run my mascara but sufficient to make my eyes huge and luminous so the young, and old, men held my hand longer than necessary. Inwardly my heart danced a schottishe for now I was free; free to capture and flirt with any man I desired and, by the time the leaves returned to the shrubbery, I would be ready to dally with my lovers within the secretive shade.

Jesse Littleton said...

...the family had descended, and all normal activities were now impossible. Cousins were chasing one another 'round the dining room table. Uncles were swiping beers from the fridge, and Mother was up to her old tricks again, trying to lure everyone into the drama of the moment. Yes, it was safe to say, that our evening stroll had been officially cancelled.

Christine H said...

By the way, this first line sounds familiar but I can't think of the book it comes from.

Elaine 'still writing' Smith said...

the rivulets of water had streamed down the glass pane and puddled on the white sill. Not with the dribble of dot-to-dot, lazy progress I had seen earlier in the morning this was the constant stream blown sideways by the blustering breeze. My eyes tracked the movement of one ministream and with an index finger I prodded at the glass to stop, change or other wise affect the running flood with just about as much success as I’d had in every thing else lately.
With the distraction of walking washed away in the rain I’d have to wait in the house with the ‘fosters’ not literally, ‘The Fosters’, just the family who were doing their best while I'd been doing my worst.

I'd always imagined Flower and Jane sitting side by side separated by time if not their situation.