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The ghost in my basement was more interested in sifting through my stash of pornography than haunting the house.
SciFi/Fantasy First Line Game
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The first deep-sea diving robot, destined to descend solo through the ice sheets of Europa, and down to the bottom, was gifted with the personality of the recently-deceased poet, Shah Mu.
Before the first alarm sounded, I knew there was a breach in the craft when the windshield began bleeding from the rims.
If you've never experienced an asteroid collision with your home planet, you wouldn't believe noises can get quite so loud.
Time may have ravaged his face, but there was no mistaking that this was the same man who had tried to kill me 300 years ago.
(From "This Lasgun For Hire".)
(From "This Lasgun For Hire".)
From behind a glistening slime tree, Ma'ak watched the old witch conjure and push through a giant sphincter in the mountainside.
[FONT=Courier New, monospace]John could see nothing but ash and rubble from his window. They had laid siege upon London, and now it was nothing more than a burnt patch of grass in a meadow.[/FONT]
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By ogrish standards, Oh was something of a disappointment.
(Fresh from The Tale of the Tilting Tower, or, Fun with Unintended Consequences.)
(Fresh from The Tale of the Tilting Tower, or, Fun with Unintended Consequences.)
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I like this one.
From my current WIP: "I'm not an alien," the man cried, not taking his wide blue eyes from the handgun Yusair held to his face.
By the sixth day of torture I was beginning to think maybe the angel just wasn't going to talk.
Oh, I like that.
Scratching his head, John's biggest question wasn't how to get the thing down, but how in the hell the dog got in the tree in the first place?
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Stranded amidst ignorant neanderthal heathens, Kristoffe watched them worship the fire he started with his laser gun.
It wasn't until I realized that I could see through the eyes of my forefathers that I understood I was using the power of my own descendants.
Ancestors, surely?
Warlord McCain and his Hellraisers had the loudest bikes this side of the Horsehead Nebula.
The tunnels of Caes Iltar ran cool, dark and deep, and Baerdon Drakuin found himself utterly lost in their twisting maze.