Friday, April 30, 2010

First Line Challenge

Well, shut my mouth, I can't believe I'm so late today! Can it really be Friday?! Seriously, where does the time go?

Anyway, it's obviously time for the weekly edition of First Line Challenge.

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 Dances with Wolves by Michael Blake. Congrats, by the way, to Ginger for guessing it!)

Okay, are you ready? Here we go!

The primroses were over. Toward the edge of the wood, where the ground became open and sloped down to an old fence and a brambly ditch beyond, only a few fading patches of pale yellow still showed among the dog's mercury and oak-tree roots...

Oh, and have a great weekend, everybody!


Elaine AM Smith said...

New shoots were long past lime and the lines crept onwards: new life danced to its own tune. The trees spindled fingers were ringed with glistening buds. Blossom blushed in warm light. Spring had dripped with the slow rising sap and it was in no hurry to allow summer to blaze forth.

Candy said...

A cuckoo called and the old man leaned on his cane to listen, smiling slightly as memory took him back to when the fence had been new and he and Charm had stood on this same spot. Their whole lives had been ahead of them and their love had been as strong and wild as those brambles. Now he was frail and alone, but as long as the flowers still danced and the cuckoo still called, life would be worth living.

Christine H said...

Faldur darted to the largest of the trees on edge of the woods and peered around its bole, scanning the road that ran along the other side of the ditch. He took his bow from his shoulder and strung an arrow, testing it on the bowstring. He wasn't as confident an archer as he was a swordsman. He wished for the hundredth time since Romer's death that he was still there to cover him, to talk to, to ride with. He wished for the thousandth time that Harth hadn't betrayed him.

He would have to do this alone.

Chalmeth would be along any minute. Faldur eased himself into his waiting stance, muscles alert but relaxed. He noticed everything at once, the birdsong, the wind in the grass, the scent of cherry blossoms from the orchard across the road - but kept his eyes fixed on the spot where Chalmeth would most likely appear. A few birds rose up in the west, circling and settling again. Chalmeth was coming. Soon Faldur could hear the quick clip-clop of dories coming down the road. He raised his bow and sighted along the arrow. He wished he could shoot to kill. Perhaps he might, accidentally, just do that.

sex scenes at starbucks said...

I have to be really careful around gardens and plants. Using my Sight kills stuff.

Go Faldur. I offered to kill that guy for Marenya but she said no.

Faldur said...

Well, Aidan, as thoroughly inconvenient, irritating and personally repulsive as Chalmeth is, he is still a King-appointed protector and so, as a King's Ranger, I can't kill him without direct orders.

At least not intentionally. But then, I wouldn't stoop to his level by claiming it was an accident. If I kill him, it will be on purpose, and he will see my face and know why.

Elaine and Candy, you have much more beautiful souls than I.

Aidan said...

Ah, I see my author butted in. But yeah. I get the whole orders thing. I have more than enough of those to go around.

Christine H said...

What are authors for, Aidan? (other than to butt in)

Aidan said...

True, Christine.

And giving us more problems. Like I don't have enough of those either.

Kaelin said...

Problems? You don't have a brother named Aidan.

Aidan said...

You shuddup. You're so lucky to have me as a brother. You could have...I dunno. That Chalmeth guy.