What's Your First Sentence?

My title hasn't revealed itself to me quite yet. My first sentence is mildly recursive, in that it's from the really bad spy novel my MC is writing.

"The damp mist rose from the cobblestone streets like the steam rising off a hot car in the afternoon after a rain shower, except it did not smell like that, it had this smell like cigarette smoke because everyone here smoked cigarettes all the time."

And yes, it's *supposed* to be awful.

--moot/Diane.

Haha mootmom: that's terrible, and awesome!

My novel's title is Drunkard's Walk. First sentence is a bit short, but here it is: He was not a drunk, of that I was sure.

Drunkard's Walk

A multi-genre collection of stories concerning Christopher Meriwether Livingstone Battersby: a historian and sometimes-inventor with the unfortunate tendency of randomly jumping to alternate worlds.

My first sentence is part of the prophecy.
The promise of a Princess shall not be honored.

The first sentence of the prologue, which is where I'm starting.
For as long as the oldest living of elves can remember, the humans have waged war upon the other two races of Erondon.

Erondon's Prophecy: Blackthorne's Peace

No title for my novel yet, I suspect I'll probably name it on November 30th. My first sentence is a short one (which is only fitting since every one thereafter has been quite long!): "It was a strange thing, this seashell."

My novel's (working) title is Messiah.

First sentence: "The Governor woke up slowly, drowsily...jetlagged."

Happy writing!

Not sure of the title yet...but the first sentence this morning was:

"Rick is an extremely capable guy."

Hi everybody!

Title: The Queen of Cups.

First sentence: "He first met her at her husband's memorial service."

Sorry, a double post.

Or make that a triple post.

I'm writing a kind of sci-fi story.

In 2017 Veritas Inc Collapsed.

oops duplicate

I'm still flaily over having to miss the write-in today, thanks to a very red eye, but at least the novel has words! Even if there are barely 500 of them *__*.

Title: One Last Wish

“Well,” Joan Foster stood before the charred remains of her freezer, completely unmoved by the fused plastic and lean cuisine packages. “With a day like today, I really should have expected this.”

Title: Flying East

Once upon a time, Nina had been able to sleep on airplanes.

Title: Crescent Cove

All she wanted was a cup of coffee.

Title: Six Fo'ty
Sentence: The rims on Rashad's beamer spun like pinwheels in the moonlight.

From 'Teegra' (the Epic Fantasy Tragedy);
"Breckin stood on the bow, staring off into the distant night, the moon dusting the waves with bits of shifting light."
((haha, it rhymes! Totally didn't notice that 'til just now!)

From 'As-Of-Yet-Untitled' Webcomic story;
"Yujearis leaned back in her chair, using her long knife to clear the gunk that had collected beneath her fingernails."

:) I'm loving some of you guys' first sentences! :D Happy writing!

Add Airship Pirates, Coffee, Elves, and Fairies.
Mix in Political Intrigue.
Stir well.

From: The Stephen Hawking Detective Agency

It is easy to forget the origins of "The Grand Detective," the "Bringer of Light to all Dark matters," the "Quantum PI," awash as we are in the stories of his success now.

Yup, definitely needs editing, but that comes in December!

idunno, co-ML for California :: South Bay

2009 Novel: The Stephen Hawking Detective Agency

As-of-yet untitled dystopian narrative:

"The sky was a pristine shade of blue, as usual."

I'm pleased with it so far. :)

2009: Untitled dystopian project
Plot: Distant future, internal combustion engines banned. Story begins when MCs inadvertently reinvent the engine and incite a revolution.
Protagonist: Darity Porter
Fuel: Nos energy drink and Halloween candy
Author mo

Title: Death Wore 13th Century Florentine Attire, I Didn't Ask Why

The first line (of the prologue, anyway): So once upon a time, there was a group of three friends, all rich, all total pricks.

~Nate

Title: The Trickster Society

first sentence: Sophie Nguyen was not accustomed to being surprised.

It needs work, but I'm leaving it alone for now.

Here's my first paragraph. The first sentence makes a little more sense with the rest of it.

"I remember waking up back in the old cottage on that day. You know how you feel when you are about to undertake a momentous new journey in your life, how you feel when something you’ve been yearning for is about to finally begin? That was how I felt as I pushed back the covers on my bed and began to stretch the last tangles of night weariness away."

I'm not sure on the title for it yet. In my novel info panel I have "Wonderer, Worshipper, Lover of Leaving", after the Rumi quote. Another possibility I thought of today is "Crossing Bridges".

A moment is all it takes to touch someone's life.

A link to my book of poetry, "Breathing Into The Sunlight", if you're interested:
http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/351878

Two first paragraphs, because the sentences themselves are drab D: As for my book's title -- it is, ostensibly, Helvetica Standard. ;)

The first paragraph I actually wrote:

The first paragraph of my novel, after deciding that I needed a bit of buildup to the coffee:

Fun fact: those MyBannerMaker image watermarks, in the corner? That's set in Helvetica.
Helveticometer: 55

The funny little man was looking at me.

Novel's Current Title:
Burton Lark and the Trail of the Jade Idol

(Written in a Two-Fisted Pulp style, featuring a recurring main character.)

First Line:
Burton Lark stood on top of the train car, the wind whistling past his face. Facing him, dressed head to toe in black, was the man he'd been pursuing for the last two weeks. The man aimed a shining pistol right at Burton's gut.

(Note that by paragraph seven or so, I had completely forgotten about the gun...)

Once upon a time there was a hella sexy English spy who had been wounded during a prisoner exchange.

Julie
When you're going through hell, keep going.
Winston Churchill

my poor little story is without a title, and it starts off simply:

"why do babies cry?"

TITLE: Into The Fog

FIRST (FEW) SENTENCE(S):

Geoffrey looked out over his people, the tension in the room almost a visible force as they stared at their king and waited for him to tell them what to do. They were confident he would know; he was the king. And the king had all the answers.

Geoff wished he had as much confidence.

2009: Into The Fog
2008: Tarot Troubles (won)
2007: CP
2006: Shadows & Ash
2005: Strip Search (won)

Title The Italian Jobs

"You'll be sorry.".......

You know what? Screw this, I STILL don't want to write this story! Starting over:
Title. The Tenor Who Came In From the Cold. (second draft of my 2006 novel, but I will be writing the requisite 50K words this month. I've been working on this since August, and was getting some real momentum going. I didnt't really want to set it aside to start yet another story I knew I wouldn't completely finish by November 1. But I DID start a whole new document last night. As far as the Nano word count validator is concerned, it'll be a completely new work.

First sentence from the Nano edition:

"Evgeny opened the door to the restaurant foyer, his pounding heart full of hope that the people expecting him would be the couple he’d hoped for from upstairs."
Which doesn't make a lot of sense, I'll grant you. But hey, it's Nano!

Melissa

You can have a sound mind in a healthy body.... Or you can be a Nanonovelist!

Nanowrimo--Eavesdrop on the Voices In Your Head

Not yet commited to it but the working title is "17 Things I Made" and the first sentence is "I made my parents a family of three."

I'm straying from my usual Betha and Evan story and think this may wind up a series of mostly autobiographical stories. Or Betha may demand to be heard and thwack me over my head to get my attention.

- Meg

Winner 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008
Winner-to-be, 2009!
Write on!

Working title:
The Fire Within

First sentence of prologue:

First paragraph of Chapter 1:

At 2,666 words in, I don't hate it yet...that's a good sign. :-)