Twenty first lines
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louiseluxI meant to do this writing meme for ages: the first lines of the last twenty stories I wrote. I'm not sure what it shows, apart from liking to start off with dialogue fairly often.
There were four production assistants on the shoot, three gofers, about ten people hanging around being… something, he wasn't sure.
He watched, of course, right to the part where Rafa flung his wristbands into the crowd.
Roger could hear the applause and cheers over on the next court; Rafa's game.
Rafa yanked open the door and checked his watch.
Benito always tried to make him read the press, often in English, sometimes aloud.
There was some loser hanging around at Gojyo and Hakkai's place, sitting silently out on the porch with cigarettes and beer.
"Are you getting in soon?" Hakkai said.
Zakuro was sitting on a stump, hunched over a sandwich and with a magazine balanced on his knees.
Gojyo floated.
"You're getting heavy," Hakkai said.
Gojyo had a bet running this past year, a private one.
It was dark, real bottomless thick dark like they got sometimes out in the sticks, out in the poor towns with no streetlamps, only lanterns that got hung at the gates to cast a small dim glow.
"Damn, it's hot," Kenren said.
"How long've we been lost now?" Goku said.
Hakkai spent his first months in Gojyo's house cooking and cleaning, making sure nutritious food was ready in the mornings and evenings, washing Gojyo's clothes along with his own, darning socks and taking care of household tasks that had perhaps never been done before, like cleaning the shower.
The offices of 'Man About Town' were small and cramped and at that particular moment were full of men.
"I can't see a thing," Thomas said, shivering under a horsehair blanket.
"Are you awake?" Ni said.
It wasn't much of a shack, but it was pretty nice of the villagers to let them stay in it after they'd trashed their town square.
The real problem, Ni thought, was getting tanks big enough to hold a human.
There were four production assistants on the shoot, three gofers, about ten people hanging around being… something, he wasn't sure.
He watched, of course, right to the part where Rafa flung his wristbands into the crowd.
Roger could hear the applause and cheers over on the next court; Rafa's game.
Rafa yanked open the door and checked his watch.
Benito always tried to make him read the press, often in English, sometimes aloud.
There was some loser hanging around at Gojyo and Hakkai's place, sitting silently out on the porch with cigarettes and beer.
"Are you getting in soon?" Hakkai said.
Zakuro was sitting on a stump, hunched over a sandwich and with a magazine balanced on his knees.
Gojyo floated.
"You're getting heavy," Hakkai said.
Gojyo had a bet running this past year, a private one.
It was dark, real bottomless thick dark like they got sometimes out in the sticks, out in the poor towns with no streetlamps, only lanterns that got hung at the gates to cast a small dim glow.
"Damn, it's hot," Kenren said.
"How long've we been lost now?" Goku said.
Hakkai spent his first months in Gojyo's house cooking and cleaning, making sure nutritious food was ready in the mornings and evenings, washing Gojyo's clothes along with his own, darning socks and taking care of household tasks that had perhaps never been done before, like cleaning the shower.
The offices of 'Man About Town' were small and cramped and at that particular moment were full of men.
"I can't see a thing," Thomas said, shivering under a horsehair blanket.
"Are you awake?" Ni said.
It wasn't much of a shack, but it was pretty nice of the villagers to let them stay in it after they'd trashed their town square.
The real problem, Ni thought, was getting tanks big enough to hold a human.
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Date: 2008-09-21 03:50 am (UTC)It's like getting the Reader's Digest condensed version of all my favorite stories. XD
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Date: 2008-09-21 08:50 am (UTC)Right, well, I fail. But at least I'm entertaining!
Love love love for all your first lines, particularly 5, 8, 12, and 20 (for all those reasons)!
It is my very strong belief first lines are monumentally important. About as important as last lines (and now there's an interesting meme... 20 last lines!).
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Date: 2008-09-21 10:27 am (UTC):D Is this post-smut intro? That's where my mind took me the moment I read it.