Opening sentences in any piece of writing should be snazzy, jazzy…and just plain awesome! Not that this one is, but I’m writing this after doing the exercise below, and my brain is tired and sluggish.
I came across this contest at TheAccidentalNovelist where you had to come up with 50 first liners for a story. I did it (that’s why I’m worn out–it’s a lot harder than it sounds) and entered the contest, which ended last night. I’m sorry I didn’t find it sooner so I could send more traffic to the site, but the good news is that the contest isn’t done. Even if you missed out on the first round, you can still check in at TheAccidentalNovelist on Wednesday and enter the next round of fun and maybe earn points and win a prize. Yea!
Here are my 5 opening sentences I entered:
- Regarding Job, I would say he lived a life of ease.
- It wasn’t what the bottle held that frightened me, but what it didn’t contain anymore.
- I blame everything that happened on orange chicken. [Don’t laugh! I’ve written a whole novel based on this sentence…and I like it]
- Waves rolled in, one after another, slowly erasing the bloody evidence.
- Fire crawled beneath my skin, burning me alive as I stared at the static red dot on my tracker and imagined the murderous eyes of my stalker staring out at me from the ancient hemlock forest. [EEEEK!]
Even if you don’t want to do the contest, it’s a fun exercise to do for your own enjoyment. It actually gave me LOTS of ideas for future stories. Try it! You’ll hate it, but like it when you’re finally done. Pinky promise.