SciFi/Fantasy First Line Game

AlexPiper said:

Welcome to the game! However, this first sentence isn't obviously speculative (science fiction/fantasy) in nature, which is against the rules of the game. If not corrected, the duck may come for you! Beware anatine wrath!

More seriously, The goal of the game is to come up with compelling first lines that are both compelling enough that someone would want to read more, and that are obviously the beginning of a story that is speculative in nature. The rules of the game are:

1) Every post must contain a first line. This is true even if you're replying to someone, as I am here.
2) The entry must only be one sentence. No multiple sentence entries, and no cheating by gluing together sentences with semicolons. The duck will catch you.
3) The sentence must be obviously speculative in nature. This is why you will see many that deal with vampires, curses, spaceships, or whatever.

There's no 'winning' per se, save inasmuch as the lines you come up with may spur story ideas that you can use later.

It's pretty easy, and fun once you get into it! And as badducky would say, 'Play as often as you want.'

Now, to keep my own post legit...

Resurrection felt like being burned alive, only in reverse.

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Thanks Alex, I'll keep that in mind. Maybe I should've wrote green boobs or her chest plate instead of blouse.

"I sat on the grass of the football field as I pulled the shards of skull that punctured into the palms of my hand."

Howdy, starscape, and welcome to the game! Alas, I think you have some grammatical snafus in this line of yours. Please edit?

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I have edited it. But sry, badducky, I didn't really understand what you mean.

Achilles's true downfall was calling Apollo a pussy.

We were having a picnic for our family reunion when the man with no eyes came.

Indeed, happy holidays to all the other First Liners!

If you're asking a vampire to be your bridesmaid, you really shouldn't hold the wedding service on holy ground.

"Tell that damned turkey to hold still, so I can finish stuffing it," Zorn said to one of the four slogs holding the ten-foot, fire-breathing turkey down.

In my experience, gnomes make the best IT staff.

Bianca was your typical teenage girl, if by typical you meant covered in scales and capable of phasing in and out of reality.

The only thing that got Emily through a day at work was the promise of a new vision of her boss's death at the end up it - it was a shame that Tom's job was saving him from said death.

(Just to clarify, while I find my job boring, I quite like my boss on the whole. It just sounded fun.)

The first thing they gave us at Stalag 51 was gills--whether we wanted them or not.

Although the garden gnomes treated me graciously since I entered their magical world of mushrooms and rocky brooks, lately they have been whispering amongst themselves with their high-pitched voices and staring at me blankly with their beady little eyes.

The world around me dissolved into limbo, and I was alone with the Fear.

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My head is six times larger than it should be, and in the excess area I have a colony of bees buzzing in and out of my ears.

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Sounds like a bad case of hives.

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My entry:

Earthquakes were irrelevant, now that we lived in the clouds.

No one gave a shit about the phlegm monster's solo art show, except for me.

Magi can't drive for shit.

In hindsight, shipping dragon eggs via zeppelin was perhaps a poor decision.

"Forgive me, Father for I have sinned - it's been three hundred years since my last Confession."


(Honestly not sure how that's punctuated, but it's usually said as one line, so...)