Friday, June 11, 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 Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein.)

Okay, are you ready? Here we go!

It unrolled slowly, forced to show its colors, curling and snapping back whenever one of us turned loose...

8 comments:

David Jace said...

It unrolled slowly, forced to show its colors, curling and snapping back whenever one of us turned loose...

The Threads of Time and Fate were determined not to be controlled. But we were determined to live. There were only 6 of us, trying to unravel the Threads, trying to understand them, train them, and force them into our own design. Suddenly, a lash of red Fate whipped away from Tommy, plunging back toward the center of the void. He dove for it, not wanting to lose what minuscule progress he might have made with it. It whiplashed back from the center while he was tilted forward, off balance. It slapped him in the face and he was gone, never having existed in the first place. The red Thread of Fate turned deep, proud orange and sank into the gyrating, pulsing center.

That made 13 that we had lost. We were meant to have been 20 at the start. Fate had struck down Angela before we'd even arrived, hit by a truck as we'd crossed the street to the pub for a little courage.

Mark cried out as he choked a Thread of Time, wrangling it backward, taking actual steps behind him, pulling it from the web of Threadwork. It was impressive, like a giant battling a great python. A few more like Mark, and we might beat this thing. The thread turned purple as Mark forced it to separate from its brothers. He braced his feet and shifted his grip, to pull the last of it free. The part he released to grab lower twisted up and curled about his neck, the tail covering his eyes. With a flash, the purple Thread slithered back into the tangled mass and Mark fell to the ground. He was now one of two dusty skeletons between the infants mewling on the floor.

We were now down to five. I was beginning to think this might have been a bad idea.

Laura Martone said...

Ooh, nice, David! WAY different from the novel in question...

David Jace said...

Yeah, I couldn't resist looking it up after I'd posted, just to see where it really went. I'm glad you liked it. :)

Laura Martone said...

Ah, Google. It's hard to be mysterious with these first line challenges with such an invention in existence... *wink*

Candy said...

... another of the tiny, silver fish it loved. I watched its roving, malevolent eye and shuddered whenever it fixed on me, quickly tossing another distraction. But soon we would run out. Then what? Was it my fate to become part of that vivid sea creature? Would its crimson interior be redder for the next ocean explorer because of my blood?
My partner showed an empty bag and then that baleful look rested on me for the last time. I also had nothing, Snap. My world became all reds, blues and greens. Then black.

David Jace said...

Oh candy, so dark. I love the thought of the next explorer's experience being enhanced by your own.

Laura Martone said...

Dark indeed. You writers are a spooky lot. ;-)

prashant said...

Fate had struck down Angela before we'd even arrived, hit by a truck as we'd crossed the street to the pub for a little courage.
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