Friday, August 13, 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 Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. Congrats to David, Candy, and Christine for guessing correctly!)

Okay, are you ready? Here we go!

A throng of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments and grey steeple-crowned hats, inter-mixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes...


Candy said...

I am one of these men and I am ashamed that our once sparkling white robes have become so discolored over time. One of these women might once have been my wife but now they all look the same; drab. sour and worn.We are wearing what we came in with. We own nothing else. I notice the three Ks have been ripped from other men's head ware. I suppose mine too and I feel diminished by that.
We crowd to the door set in the looming gatehouse,and hammer on it until it sounds like thunder. It opens, letting us burst out out into freedom = and I see the mob which is waiting to kill us.

David Jace said...

Candy, I was buried deep in my own work today, so I didn't make it to really do a good post, but I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed this one! :)

David Jace said...

Elrod sneered down at the throng, knowing that among them was the man named Candy. The man that had set all of this in motion. The man that had had the audacity to try to bring down the Great Elrod. Now he would see what his futile efforts at "Purity" would bring him and his people.

"Find Candy and bring him to me! Alive!" Elrod shouted his command down to his soldiers. This may once have been a democracy, where all men could have their ridiculous opinions and insult others while being protected by the government, but no longer. He was now the government, and he would be damned if he let these white-robed assholes interfere with that. He snarled as he watched them die, and threw the last of the little cloth Ks onto the pile around the stakes.

He would enjoy watching Candy suffer as his women burned. Then, when Candy was the last of them, he would rob him of his shriveled manhood, one blaspheming eye, and the opposite, cowardly ear. Then he would shut the oak-timbered, iron-studded door on Candy's lonesome ass and condemn him to the rest of his sorry life.

David Jace said...

OK Candy, you inspired me!

Candy said...

Ouch, David, not much of the poor bastard left to survive... Well, he deserves it.
Good going!

David Jace said...

That was fun, Candy, writing opposite you like that.

Laura Martone said...

You two are hilarious!