forum Share your opening lines

Started June 16, 2018 by @Starfast group

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"In this story, there is no happy ending."

I'm doing the first few scentences instead. I also kinda want to see if anyone can guess what the story is about.

Heavy dark gray smoke lay as a blanket on the air as people ran screaming. Ash and embers floated downward like snow. Fires burned.

Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen.

I have lived a long life; too long some would say, and I’d have to agree with them on that part. How long have I lived for? I’ve seen the starts and ends of wars; the birth of a nation, and many fantastical things come to fruition that many people now take for granted.

The fog crawled through the town, wrapping it in its arms. Amidst the fog stood a single figure, whose features could not be seen. All that could be made out of the figure was that it apparently wore a shroud, and wielded a long ax.

Max opened his eyes and looked around the dark room.
"Alice?" He whispered, the little effort sending pain through his chest as he tried to move into a better position. He was handcuffed and leaning against the wall of….somewhere. He didn't remember much, only being hit in the head. He raised his hand to his face and wiped blood from his nose. His suit was torn, his ribs ached, and his wife was nowhere to be found.
"Alice?" He said, louder this time, and a menacing voice that he didn't recognize replied.
"Hello, Maxwell Darby."
And then he blacked out again.

I'm doing the first few scentences instead. I also kinda want to see if anyone can guess what the story is about.

Heavy dark gray smoke lay as a blanket on the air as people ran screaming. Ash and embers floated downward like snow. Fires burned.

Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen.

I have lived a long life; too long some would say, and I’d have to agree with them on that part. How long have I lived for? I’ve seen the starts and ends of wars; the birth of a nation, and many fantastical things come to fruition that many people now take for granted.

The fog crawled through the town, wrapping it in its arms. Amidst the fog stood a single figure, whose features could not be seen. All that could be made out of the figure was that it apparently wore a shroud, and wielded a long ax.

is this dude the embodiment of death?

is this dude the embodiment of death?

I think he's the Grim Reaper (which is basically the same thing)

I'm doing the first few scentences instead. I also kinda want to see if anyone can guess what the story is about.

Heavy dark gray smoke lay as a blanket on the air as people ran screaming. Ash and embers floated downward like snow. Fires burned.

Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen.

I have lived a long life; too long some would say, and I’d have to agree with them on that part. How long have I lived for? I’ve seen the starts and ends of wars; the birth of a nation, and many fantastical things come to fruition that many people now take for granted.

The fog crawled through the town, wrapping it in its arms. Amidst the fog stood a single figure, whose features could not be seen. All that could be made out of the figure was that it apparently wore a shroud, and wielded a long ax.

is this dude the embodiment of death?

Hmmmm. Nice idea, but no, he isn't.

I'm doing the first few scentences instead. I also kinda want to see if anyone can guess what the story is about.

Heavy dark gray smoke lay as a blanket on the air as people ran screaming. Ash and embers floated downward like snow. Fires burned.

Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen.

I have lived a long life; too long some would say, and I’d have to agree with them on that part. How long have I lived for? I’ve seen the starts and ends of wars; the birth of a nation, and many fantastical things come to fruition that many people now take for granted.

The fog crawled through the town, wrapping it in its arms. Amidst the fog stood a single figure, whose features could not be seen. All that could be made out of the figure was that it apparently wore a shroud, and wielded a long ax.

Seems kinda like a scary book with the main character being either an immortal or just an old guy

"I have two motives: spite and aesthetic."

Oh I have that meme!

Yep it's a good one!!!!!

Okay that actually sums up her motives and mine too, to be honest even better!!!

This is made by three separate blogs…

I'm doing the first few scentences instead. I also kinda want to see if anyone can guess what the story is about.

Heavy dark gray smoke lay as a blanket on the air as people ran screaming. Ash and embers floated downward like snow. Fires burned.

Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen.

I have lived a long life; too long some would say, and I’d have to agree with them on that part. How long have I lived for? I’ve seen the starts and ends of wars; the birth of a nation, and many fantastical things come to fruition that many people now take for granted.

The fog crawled through the town, wrapping it in its arms. Amidst the fog stood a single figure, whose features could not be seen. All that could be made out of the figure was that it apparently wore a shroud, and wielded a long ax.

Seems kinda like a scary book with the main character being either an immortal or just an old guy

Realized that the openings seem to be for the same story, but they aren't, they're all from separate stories.

i have a couple.

• he's afraid of death.

• the yells outside of his cell were multiplying and bouncing off the walls as the cold cry of breach alarms wailed in the early morning, making him push himself to his hands and knees as they stuck to the cool cement underneath him that burned his palms with an aching cold.

• she couldn't place why, but her hands were already shaking that morning.

• they were here.

• it was a warm day in district nine, much approved by the farmers in the area as they'd received nothing but rain for days straight and if those conditions hadn't changed soon, all the crops would've died.