Friday, August 27, 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 Atonement by Ian McEwan.)

Okay, are you ready? Here we go!

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms...

29 comments:

Fernando B. Roscoe said...

I am an invisble man. No, im not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ghost.
Its not easy being invisible when Im invisible. Sometimes when I want to be seen so I take my cloak off, but when im invisible I dont use this opportunity in bad ways.
You can think of me as a super hero who saves the day against the villains, and sometimes I just pull a couple of pranks on people when im invisible.

Leslie M. Roscoe 1 said...

I am an invisble man. No, im not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ghost.

I ama real, living, breathing man. But in the last few years, I've felt invisible. I feel like everyone I'm around doesn't know I'm there. Every time I talk, no one really seems to care. I'm tired of feeling this way. I'm tired of being an invisible man.

Cecilia P. Roscoe 1 said...

I am an invisble man. No, im not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ghost.

I ama real man, a real, living, breathing person. I love to go all day and party with my friends. But there's a problem... Everyday from 12 am to 12 pm I just suddenly turn inviisible. I feel a strong, powerful force take over me and then no one can see me. I can see everone else but they can't see me. I was just naturally born like that...

Abel Perez said...

I am an invisble man. No, im not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ghost. I am no one who never existed. No one cares about me. No one even bothered to talk to me. So tell me who am I? Why was I brought to this world? What is my purpose? Tell me.

Jesse Littleton said...

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms...

...but I'm invisible nonetheless. Of course, I didn't start out this way. No, not at all. Believe it or not, I was born of flesh and bone, apparent to my parents and supposedly loved by them. But over time, I was ignored more and more often - first, by Dad, who was too busy with work, then, by Mom, who was too busy with the latest baby, and lastly, by the kids at school, who thought me little more than a nuisance - until one day, the metaphor became real. I'm still here, of course - still able to hold things, still able to be bumped into, still able to speak if I so desired - but for all intents and purposes, I am invisible. I guess it's true what people say... sometimes, you are what others perceive you to be.

I just hope the CIA hasn't gotten wind of my condition. I have a feeling they'd think me an ideal assassin.

David Jace said...

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms...

Apparently, in your world, it is uncommon to be unseen. Where I come from, it is natural. Your sidewalks, roads, and even dirt, in many places, is too hard to show footsprints of invisible people. That is very unwise of you. How else would you avoid bumping into each other? ALthough, based on what I have seen, you don't seem to mind that much.
It is very unsettling to watch all of you. To have to see your very skin and hair. It is like someone has turned all of you inside out, so that we must look upon the parts that are supposed to be unseen. I am hoping to fix that...

Candy said...

You see I have always loved you. In grade three i sat in the row behind you and watched your every move, touched your braids when you were concentrating on on a difficult math problem and drank in your voice when you answered the teacher.It was my valentine you threw away while reading, over and over, the one from another boy.
All through school I watched you become head of the class, lead in the Christmas play, captain of the girls' soccer team. I touched your hand once while retrieving a ball gone over the sidelines. I didn't wash for a week.
You dated Charlie,football hero. I sat behind you in the movies and dreamed it was me when you held his hand.
I watched you come out of the church, after your wedding. I still have the flower which fell from your hair as you and your new husband dove, laughing, into the car to leave on your honeymoon.
I bought a house two doors away from yours and watched your children grow. Watched you become old and always more beautiful.
Now I am at your funeral. The only thing I was ever successful at was loving you. But you never saw me.

Laura Martone said...

What different takes, everyone. Nicely done!

Devi Marconi said...

My, goodness, Candy, that's heart-breaking. What sorrow must dwell inside you... or is it just a writing exercise?

Aimless Writer said...

I am an invisble man. No I'm not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ghosts. I'm just invisble. I get lost in a crowded room. No one sees, no one cares. It can get to me sometimes, but mostly I like it. If nobody sees me, nobody knows what I'm up to until it's too late.
heh, heh, heh...

David Jace said...

Wow, Candy! What a story. Accolades, indeed! If I may...

I am an invisible girl. No, I am not some spook that haunts the horror writers, nor a Hollywood Haunt, fit for a cardboard cutout. Merely a few days ago, I was an old woman, who had never known how much you cared. I didn't throw away your valentine, I kept it secret, because my friends didn't like you. I may have been head of the class, lead in the play, and captain of the team, but I was trying to impress you with my grades, my performance, and my body. I slipped your invitation to my wedding into the stack, casually. I wrote that one myself, by hand. I was laughing on my wedding day, but it was the last day that I did so. My nights were filled with tears, my days with lamentations. I bore children, tried to teach them well, and watched their father train them to become just like him.

I cannot believe that you loved me. I only wish that you had rescued me. Now I drift, an invisible girl, returned to the form when I was still innocent of how cruel the world can be, and now I know even more sharply how harsh my fate and life was, to have been so near to one who cared my entire life, and never to have known it.

Devi Marconi said...

Now, I'm really depressed. Thanks, David.

Nutmeg Cross said...

Then again, one could argue that the man in Candy's story is not a secret admirer, but a creepy stalker instead. I'm just sayin'.

David Jace said...

Sorry, Devi. I can try to cheer you up if you like. :) How about this:

I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms...

I am a gigolo. I exist to remind woman of why they drew the hose lines on their thighs, why they bought the uncomfortable shoes and lingerie, why they wanted that fat, balding, beltching creature they call their husband. There was a time, when fires burned in their hearts and their loins. A time when they needed him in their cold, empty bed. Now, when he works late at the office, or rolls over snoring, his back to her still hungry body. These are the times when they call on me.

Devi Marconi said...

Hello! Now, that's more like it.

*wink*

Candy said...

OK David.


I heard you in my dream last night, as I slept cold by the fresh earth of your grave. How could we have been so foolish? But now we will become lovers as we were meant to be, both young again and starting over. I have the gun and in no time we will be invisible together. Oh wonderful death, you have no sting for me.

Sorry, Shakespeare! All this cross gender stuff is getting a bit confusing, David!

Nutmeg Cross said...

No kidding.

Esmeralda G. roscoe 6 said...

i am an invisible man.No,i am not a spook like those who haunted edgar allen poe;nor am i one of those hollywood-movie ectoplasms. i am 2o years old .when i was 5 years i got bitten by a snake.i fainted nd when i woke up up i was in a diffrent dimension. i never saw my parents nor did they see me.i live in volcanos and i really dont like to go out that much. sometimes i wish that i wasent invisible... that people could see me ... i wish i could see my parents one more time.

Fernando s. Roscoe 6 said...

i am a invisable man. no, im not a spook like those who haunted edgar allen poe;nor am i one of your hollywood-movie ectoplasms. i am a man who had an accident during a science experiement my friend thought a beaker full of a chemical was water,so he try to be funny and pour it on me then later on that day i took a shower and went to sleep. The next morning i woke up and looked at my body,and i was invisible so i decided to go out and do pranks on people. I was always doing that and i had fun.Then one morning i woke up,and looked at myself in the mirror,and i was me i wasnt invisible anymore and i wonder why i wasnt invisible anymore.Then after that i wonder why i wasnt invisible.

JOEL H. ROSCOE 6 said...

I am a invisable
I am a invisable.No,I am not a spook like those who haunted Edger Allen poe;nor am I one of your hollywood-movie ectoplasms.I am a mad scientist who has tested on him self.It whent horably wrong.I turned my self invisable.I try to get help but everybody gets scered.I never wanted to get back to normal.

JOEL H. ROSCOE 6 said...

I am a invisable man.No,I am not a spook like those who haunted Edger Allen poe;nor am I one of your hollywood-movie ectoplasms.I am a mad scientist who has tested on him self.It whent horably wrong.I turned my self invisable.I try to get help but everybody gets scered.I never wanted to get back to normal.

Gerardo P. Roscoe 6 said...

I am an invisble man. I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ghost. I am one who been abanted by my own mother and left me to die inthe wild. She left me because of my ugly face,but I surrvied by a group of forgotin pepoe. We hide in the shadows,nobody knows or seen us. We are the ones that give you that feeling of being wached.

Gustavo Jimenez Roscoe 6 said...

I am an invisible man. No, i am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar allan poe; nor am i one of your hollywood movie ectoplasma.I HATE MY LIFE. i am a nobody, nobody see's me. I feel like i am not even there. i can gurantee you that if i die nobody would notice. I am 23 and live in a four story house. i won $380,000,000 and i have nobody to share it with. I dont have a job cause i'm set for life. All i do every day is play video games and study, mostly study. i can gurantee that I can win a million dollars in who wants to be a millionare. Since i'm always alone, sometimes i feel a little crazy. i thinking of getting a few maids and butlers so i can be able to ralk to someone.
it is morning and i went to the groceries shop to get groceries. while i was walking there i bumped into a person. after i helped her get up we started talking and then we exchaned phone numbers. i was shocked that someone actually talked to me.
Every day we talked to each other on the phone. One day me, her, and her friends went on a date.
i could'nt beleive that i made a few friend.
after that, i kept on meeting other new people.
after a month or two, i had more than 500 friends. i was shocked.
my life was amazing after the day i bumped that girl on accident.
I LOVE MY LIFE.

STEPHANIE G. ROSCOE 6 said...

I am an invisible man.No ,I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood -movie ectoplasms , well I don't think so.I look invisible ,well I can't even see myself.Maybe I'm a ghost and I don't even know.I don't know if I'm dead or not.
That gave me an idea.I might haunt an actor or somebody famous.
I wonder how I got to be a ghost or whatever I am.Let me remember.
Ah yes!I remember getting out of my house(I have a house?)having a discussion with somebody but I can't remember who.I can't see his or her's face.I see a little boy hiding behind a door.I remember asking him to come to me.The little boy comes to me I tell him that I will be back in the morning.I give the little boy good night kiss.I take him to his room or that's what I think.I leave the house.
I get in a car I go pass alot trees.I don't remember where I was going or heading to.Once I know it I was drowning.
That's all I remember.

Bobby Q Roscoe 6 said...

i am an invisble man. no im not a spook like those who hanunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am i one of your hollywood movie ghost, its hard to invisible then agind its fun to be invisible,when i am invisible i cuold pull panks,go to movies for free,and go to places.

Eleazar Gonzalez Roscoe 6 said...

I am an invisiable man.No' I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood -movie ectoplasms I was just a man whogot invisiable in a lab.It was just an experiment that went wrong we were trying to make body paint that can make soldiers invisiable..As I tested it on mice I accidently spilled some on myself I thought iI could just wash it off but it then began to spread and soon I was completely invisiable .The other scientists could't see me but they could only hear me.So I decided to tak this to my advantage I decided to go to a store and take things for free.As I began to take some pens someone saw floating pens and started to scream and ran outside.I decided to just leave and go home to my family as I entered I yelled out "HELLO"!I heard my kids and wife coming and they said hi daddy and hi honey but they didnt see me anywhere.So I decided to go take a shower like I normally do when Im upset as the water goes down my invisiable body I start to see my hands and the rest of my body and I remember that I didn't wash my hands when I got the chance so I never Knew the paint would wash off.

Laura Martone said...

Wow, David! I didn't expect so many entries from your students - it's wonderful! And I think it's hilarious that several students went the "experiment-gone-wrong" route.

I just wonder if any of them can guess the novel... hmm... *wink*

David Jace said...

I told them if they can guess the novel, it's extra credit! So far, only one tried. She guessed The Invisible Man. Most of the students I think were too daunted by the vocabulary in this one. We had a nice long (repetitive) discussion about ectoplasm and who Poe was. Thanks for the teachable moment! It was very exciting for them. Then I rolled the 30-sided dice to see who would get to post to the site and every eye went wide.

Laura Martone said...

Well, if she meant The Invisible Man by H. G. Wells (which I did back in January), then nope, 'fraid not. But if she meant Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison, then she'd be right on the money!

As for the vocabulary, well, I realize the novels I've chosen from tend to be for adults (except maybe Charlotte's Web and Little Women). But, as you said, it's a learning experience! I really hope you'll continue to encourage your students' participation. I remember how valuable such writing prompts were when I was growing up. Then, in college, I had to actually mimic the style of these authors... that was a challenge, to be sure!