I used to call this feature "Get Me Started," but decided I couldn't resist the alliteration of "Friday Fiction" instead. Here's how it works.
1. You leave me a comment with an interesting first sentence. (No profanity or sex please)
2. Every Friday, I use a random number generator to pick one of the comments, and then use that first sentence as a starting place to write a short piece of fiction for the blog.
3. If your comment is chosen, you win a book of your choice from my private stash!
4. You may enter up to five separate first sentence comments.
5. If I use your comment, you have until the following Friday to give me your email addy so we can talk prizes.
6. What are you waiting for? Give me some awesome first sentences and let's get Friday Fiction going!
"I don't think Wichita is the capital of Kansas."
ReplyDeleteCowpens are just not large enough to hold a growing dragon.
ReplyDeleteIt's sad, hating windchimes, but when you work three jobs, you hate anything that awakens you before the actual alarm.
ReplyDeleteIf twelve-year-old Sarah Allen had not chosen to take her little brother,Billy, fishing on that particular Friday afternoon in May during the wet Montana spring, she never would have seen the execution or looked straight into the eyes of the executioners.
ReplyDeleteJosey Andrews stood in front of her husband's grave, her coat pulled tightly around her in the crisp March breeze, red hair billowing in the wind. "I know this is a strange request-but I just don't know who else to ask."
ReplyDeleteTime flew backward at warp speed for Adam Mackenzie when the name Jessica Wells popped up on his cell phone.
ReplyDeleteThe rotors of Marine One slowed, then stopped, causing the parched Arizona ground to billow in the air.
ReplyDeleteSomething like a buzzing fly gradually came into Patrolman Matthews consciousness while trying to pin down exactly what was irritating about the death scene.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I have to do it:
ReplyDelete"A were-platypus walks into a bar..."
;)
Also,
ReplyDelete"I told you not to touch that!" Sally screamed as she raced across the room.
And...
ReplyDeleteHaving a dryad for a girlfriend isn't nearly as awesome as I thought it would be.
Um...cold medicine clouding creativity...
ReplyDelete"Great--I teleported in my sleep again."
Okay, one more. *Thinks*
ReplyDeleteThe last thing my mother said before she died was, "Don't step on the frogs."
Heh. I have NO idea where any of those came from, but I kinda hope you have to write one of them.
You're welcome! ;)
He wasn't wearing any pants.
ReplyDeleteJocellyn was sweating profoundly. Mated? What do you mean mated, that couldn't be so. She was just one of your normal off the bat regular humans not a freaking animal for pity's sake....
ReplyDeleteGabe was starting to get bored, were all his CEO's really that spineless and cowardly that they couldn't even bring themselves to challenge him on this? He had made the mistake deliberately after all, as a test but to no avail... Sometimes not being human sucked. It was going to be a long dull morning and an even longer frustratingly dull eternity...
ReplyDeleteThe last thing anyone wants to do is wake up in a puddle of someone else's drool.
ReplyDeleteHarpies? Strophades Island? What do you mean we have to go after them Helena screamed?! We DO NOT have to do anything just because you said so she choked out. That's it Helena was most definitely fated to have a immensely short lifespan... Why oh why did the gods hate her so much? After all the Harpies were a mythical monster from the Greek mythology and if you asked her that is exactly where they should have stayed! They really couldn't be real, could they?
ReplyDeleteAdrian was shocked, he just could not believe it. He fell down a hole! Down a freaking hole! Just his damn bad luck. Being 16 and geeky sucked, but being 16, geeky and having fallen in a hole in the middle of a field, in a small town where news truly do travel fast, sucked even more! That's it he was doomed. Now his life really was ruined...
ReplyDeleteGoodness me there was a newborn infant wrapped up in a tight bundle in her flower-bed! Well that was new, Moira was utterly baffled! Nana was out of town and... well what on earth was she supposed to do with the child? She was only a kid herself. And the kid, was it a boy or a girl, had a strong pair of lungs it had... What was she supposed to feed it? A 12-year-old such as herself could hardly up and breast-feed someone else's newborn now could she?...
ReplyDeleteI don't need the book, but here's an opening line for you:
ReplyDelete"Small satisfaction in a cold pair of underwear."
Which is actually from a short piece of fiction I have. So there you go.
Sometimes I creep myself out.
ReplyDeleteRed eyes glared at me from the other side of the window, shuttered with a slow blink.
ReplyDeleteI never meant to test the snorting-root-beer-out-your-nose-hurts theory.
ReplyDelete"It was a dark and stormy night that morning after the night before. If only he could remember where he put his pants..."
ReplyDeleteWho says that's the worst opening line for a story? ;)
She could barely breath as she glanced at her wristwatch then back at the digital clock on her computer.
ReplyDeleteIts a good thing no one pays attention or they might notice something was off, & then I'd be in big trouble.
ReplyDeleteWhen I woke up in a dumpster covered in lime Jello I knew that it was going to be one of those Mondays.
ReplyDeleteThe process has began more rapidly than I anticipated, the thorny scales began to protrude from Joseph's skin.
ReplyDeleteThe little boy walked into the room covered in chocolate, the mother suspected something was amiss.
ReplyDeleteThe rope's last filament gave way with a little 'snick' and Rhonda disappeared.
ReplyDelete"What did I just eat?"
ReplyDelete"I'm bored," Trinity told the clouds as she lay in the tall summer grass, listening to the sigh of cars passing on the road below.
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