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After reading all the entries into Nathan Bransford’s Stupendously Ultimate First Line Challenge a question came to mind. How many stories can be wrote from one opening line? And what better place then the Water Cooler to try and find the answer. So I came up with this opening line to inspire your imagination, I hope. I'm not looking for the whole story just a paragraph or two showing where you are going with your version.
The rules are simple, try to keep it at a reasonable length, and please keep it clean. But other than that have fun with it.
“If John knew that the path he chose twenty years ago would lead to this, he would have just said no.”
If John knew that the path he chose twenty years ago would lead to this, he would have just said no. It all seemed so harmless back then; pick up an ounce of weed from his dealer and sell some to his friends. He had three friends that were always having trouble finding a bag; that was perfect. He could sell them each a quarter and have a quarter for himself for free. Within a month he was flipping a half pound of weed, six months later he was selling pounds per month. At the end of the first year he was making a good living off the money he was making selling marijuana. From there it was a small step up into the world of cocaine. He bought a kilo from his dealer and it was gone in two days, and he made ten thousand dollars of the coke. He never sold another pound of weed after that, selling cocaine was easier. Now he was sitting in prison for killing his best friend over a drug deal that went bad. Ironically, one of the very friends he was helping out in the beginning.
The rules are simple, try to keep it at a reasonable length, and please keep it clean. But other than that have fun with it.
“If John knew that the path he chose twenty years ago would lead to this, he would have just said no.”
If John knew that the path he chose twenty years ago would lead to this, he would have just said no. It all seemed so harmless back then; pick up an ounce of weed from his dealer and sell some to his friends. He had three friends that were always having trouble finding a bag; that was perfect. He could sell them each a quarter and have a quarter for himself for free. Within a month he was flipping a half pound of weed, six months later he was selling pounds per month. At the end of the first year he was making a good living off the money he was making selling marijuana. From there it was a small step up into the world of cocaine. He bought a kilo from his dealer and it was gone in two days, and he made ten thousand dollars of the coke. He never sold another pound of weed after that, selling cocaine was easier. Now he was sitting in prison for killing his best friend over a drug deal that went bad. Ironically, one of the very friends he was helping out in the beginning.
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