Friday, March 26, 2010

First Line Challenge

Are you ready to get your creative juices flowing?

I'll give you the first sentence or passage 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.

(Incidentally, the last opener was from Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham.)

Okay, are you ready? Here we go!

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn...

10 comments:

Christine H said...

Ooooh, I love this one. But I don't have time today. I'll do it over the weekend.

Candy said...

Courtney drew in a deep blissful breath and stood back from the painting on the easel in front of her.It was finished and she recognised it as the masterpiece which would change her life forever; make her famous. Carefully she signed the lower right corner, her heart thumping with pride. Then she turned away and gazed again into the garden, listened to the familiar birdsong and imagined the grass between her toes.She looked down at the new wedding ring on her finger and at the beloved dog looking up at her with smiling eyes. How could life be more perfect?habla
Courtney turned back to the painting, whispered an apology, then carried it to the darkest place in her closet, to be left facing the wall.

A short time later she had set up a new, empty canvas and had her brush poised for its first stroke. Courtney smiled.

Elaine AM Smith said...

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn... Lydia’s arms relaxed further towards the age-smoothed wooden floor as the fragrance bathed her mind. Her conscious self, no longer analysing each reflection – a visual critique - ran through the checks: position of feet, ankles, knees, each vertebrae and the cheek that rested against her leg; the final stretch became a harmonic hum of contentment.

Laura Martone said...

Christine - No worries. I don't have much time today either... but I thought this opener was appropriate given the recent arrival of spring. Yahoo!

Jesse Littleton said...

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn...

...but Melinda couldn't focus on the wonderful aromas in the air. Her fearless yogi was demonstrating yet another impossible asana, and she was seriously contemplating ditching the advanced yoga class for something less backbreaking. Perhaps pool? ESPN seemed to consider that a sport.

Devi Marconi said...

Hey! Are you poking fun at my sad attempts at yoga nowadays?

Jesse Littleton said...

Who, me? I'd never dream of it...

*wink*

...but still, that was a rather hilarious position you got yourself into this morning.

Devi Marconi said...

I'll have you know that, for a 71-year-old, I'm in pretty darn good shape.

Incidentally, the chakrasana is not an easy pose at any age.

Jesse Littleton said...

You got that right. I just about killed myself trying it... and that was three years ago.

Think I'll stick to swimming underground.

Devi Marconi said...

Suit yourself, smarty pants.