I have a couple of opening line for stories/shorts (they could also be considered prompts, but there's not much to them) if anybody wants to use them or suggest things. I don't see myself ever using them, though, so have at it.
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He had a voice like good Southern bourbon, eyes like well-aged scotch, and words that poured from his mouth like fine rye; there wasn’t a single part of that boy that didn’t taste like whiskey, and all the girls knew it.
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During the spring, in the South, the air smells like sweet honeysuckle and wet concrete– if there’s a smell more synonymous with death, I certainly haven’t encountered it.
These just pop into my head at times and I don't know what to do with them
- The last time I went to a different place, I got attacked and my friend killed
- I hate wearing earbuds, that's why I burned my last pair.
- You kind of know when your smoke alarm isn't working when you wake up with your leg on fire. Then again I don't have a smoke alarm.
- Each year there's around 12,000 deaths involving staircases. At least the way I died was less embarrassing.
- I've never had luck with being the 'one of the few' chosen out of a crowd. That's why It was kind of weird that I was one of the 26 per year to be killed in a falling elevator.
- You now that feeling when you need to sneeze but nothing's coming out? Now just imagine that, but all the time. Now You got how I feel like to my friend.
