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yuki_ona, the First Lines meme, first lines from various projects:
1. From a long project that shall remain nameless (AKA, the novel I don't talk about):
He mentally crossed another one off the list. It was getting worse. He hadn’t even gotten to kiss this one. He wondered what was wrong with him- it was like his heart just wasn’t in it.
2. From UFP (that is, Untitled Fantasy Project, the novel I bitch about all the time):
Anastasia looked at the packet of crisp white paper and sighed. It was like homework.
3. From the original first draft of UFP:
She walked down the hallway with her heart in her throat. She had nothing to really be nervous about – she wasn’t getting married or anything. She was just nervous about meeting someone new, she supposed, especially since the someone new was a semi-famous someone.
4. From an abandoned project I may someday return to:
There was a soft knock on the window. The girl sleeping in the bed twitched, but did not wake up. Her soft, short brown hair had fallen over one eye and she looked vaguely annoyed, as if she had fallen asleep thinking about something irritating.
5. From Angel, an unfinished writing project:
Robert Brown walked down the street. It was a dreary sort of day, the kind where the sky couldn’t make up its mind whether or not it wanted to be sunny or rainy, so the people walking down the street were stuck with miserably gray clouds and a suffocating humidity that felt like wearing an itchy scarf.
6. From Bettina, another unfinished writing project:
In high school, she smelled like fake strawberries, the kind of smell that comes from lip gloss or candy or something that isn’t made from real strawberries. Her hair was smooth and straight and brown, except when it was messy, which was often, because she didn’t spend the minutes between classes ducking into bathrooms to comb it.
7. From You Make Me Light Up, posted here:
She walked into the room, slightly late. Fashionably late, she often said. She took her place, slightly breathless from hurrying.
8. From Closest Thing to Heaven, the sequel to YMMLU, also posted here:
He hadn't danced all evening, not even for a second. The music was good, very, very good, but he hadn't danced.
9. From an unpublished sequel to CTTH and YMMLU:
He held her in his arms while she cried, leaning against the hard, dirty wall. Their dress uniforms were torn and their faces were bruised; her hair was tangled and there were deep cuts in his arms.
10. From the second unpublished sequel to CTTH and YMMLU:
He stared up at the ceiling from his small, government bed. The only light in the room came from moonlight streaming in through the gap between the curtains and the edge of the tiny window next to him. It was the dreariest room imagineable, and he had to live there.
11. From Melissa, posted here:
He walked up to her table. He'd had enough, he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure that she was stalking him. At first he thought he was imagining it, but no: she was always there, wherever he was.
12. From Perfect Victoria, posted here:
I'd never been a beauty queen, or particularly confident, or had stellar grades, so my self-confidence had never been exceedingly high. However, I had been starting to settle quite nicely into my life as it was before she entered the picture.
13. From the Sneezing Story, posted here:
The lady next door was sneezing, and he could hear her through the paper-thin walls.
She was allergic to everything, it seemed, and she sneezed an awful lot.
-2:03 AM
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yuki_ona, the First Lines meme, first lines from various projects: 1. From a long project that shall remain nameless (AKA, the novel I don't talk about):
He mentally crossed another one off the list. It was getting worse. He hadn’t even gotten to kiss this one. He wondered what was wrong with him- it was like his heart just wasn’t in it.
2. From UFP (that is, Untitled Fantasy Project, the novel I bitch about all the time):
Anastasia looked at the packet of crisp white paper and sighed. It was like homework.
3. From the original first draft of UFP:
She walked down the hallway with her heart in her throat. She had nothing to really be nervous about – she wasn’t getting married or anything. She was just nervous about meeting someone new, she supposed, especially since the someone new was a semi-famous someone.
4. From an abandoned project I may someday return to:
There was a soft knock on the window. The girl sleeping in the bed twitched, but did not wake up. Her soft, short brown hair had fallen over one eye and she looked vaguely annoyed, as if she had fallen asleep thinking about something irritating.
5. From Angel, an unfinished writing project:
Robert Brown walked down the street. It was a dreary sort of day, the kind where the sky couldn’t make up its mind whether or not it wanted to be sunny or rainy, so the people walking down the street were stuck with miserably gray clouds and a suffocating humidity that felt like wearing an itchy scarf.
6. From Bettina, another unfinished writing project:
In high school, she smelled like fake strawberries, the kind of smell that comes from lip gloss or candy or something that isn’t made from real strawberries. Her hair was smooth and straight and brown, except when it was messy, which was often, because she didn’t spend the minutes between classes ducking into bathrooms to comb it.
7. From You Make Me Light Up, posted here:
She walked into the room, slightly late. Fashionably late, she often said. She took her place, slightly breathless from hurrying.
8. From Closest Thing to Heaven, the sequel to YMMLU, also posted here:
He hadn't danced all evening, not even for a second. The music was good, very, very good, but he hadn't danced.
9. From an unpublished sequel to CTTH and YMMLU:
He held her in his arms while she cried, leaning against the hard, dirty wall. Their dress uniforms were torn and their faces were bruised; her hair was tangled and there were deep cuts in his arms.
10. From the second unpublished sequel to CTTH and YMMLU:
He stared up at the ceiling from his small, government bed. The only light in the room came from moonlight streaming in through the gap between the curtains and the edge of the tiny window next to him. It was the dreariest room imagineable, and he had to live there.
11. From Melissa, posted here:
He walked up to her table. He'd had enough, he was absolutely, one hundred percent sure that she was stalking him. At first he thought he was imagining it, but no: she was always there, wherever he was.
12. From Perfect Victoria, posted here:
I'd never been a beauty queen, or particularly confident, or had stellar grades, so my self-confidence had never been exceedingly high. However, I had been starting to settle quite nicely into my life as it was before she entered the picture.
13. From the Sneezing Story, posted here:
The lady next door was sneezing, and he could hear her through the paper-thin walls.
She was allergic to everything, it seemed, and she sneezed an awful lot.
-2:03 AM
