When she spied the stalled school bus and the array of small pale faces pressed against its windows, her muddled and irrational mind, mired in shambling confusion and unrelenting hunger, succumbed to the most primal of instincts - to feed.
Horror First Line Game
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This is the first sentence to my book Exit Mind. Tell me what you guys think.
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This is the first sentence to my book Exit Mind. Tell me what you guys think.
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Something twisted at the base of hs brain, extending delicate tendrils in all directions, joining with his conscious and subconscious molecule by painful, stinging molecule.
Her first mistake, downloading a digital copy of the Necronomicon from an arcane auction site on a frivolous impulse, was compounded by her far more serious second mistake - thinking it was surely a fake.
"Oh my God, Christian, in every one of your photos by her grave, about a foot away from you...there's an orb!"
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Blood and black gore dripped from the soldiers armor and sword as he turned to his king. "My Lord, more of them approach. We cannot hold. You must withdraw."
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She smiles and gives her dad a peck on the cheek; pondering his taste with roast garlic and thyme.
"Do you love me," she asked, and of course, of course I did--I had always loved her, and I would love her forever, and even so, I swung the hammer hard and fast, and felt it connect with her skull.
(tinkering with as an opening line....)
(tinkering with as an opening line....)
Everybody in town knows the house is haunted. Everyone's heard the stories and knows the house is perfectly safe, except for one day of the year. May 13th. Today.
(It's technically not May 13th today, but it is in my story).
(It's technically not May 13th today, but it is in my story).
He hadn't made the best of bargains; returning as a zombie had its downside - decomposition - and he was running out of time.
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How utterly fascinating that her nervous habit of chewing the insides of her cheeks could evolve so quickly into an irresistable compulsion to chew all things 'flesh.'
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The mess on the floor stared up at me with cold dead eyes.
The mess on the floor stared up at me with cold dead eyes.
When I stepped off the boat and waves of decomp washed over me, I should have jumped back in and headed for the mainland; but I was intrigued, and picking up my case I followed my guide up to the manor.
Stepping with a squish inside the large fleshed carcass of the werewolf, Su reaches up removing a blot clot from one of the ribs and eats it.
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Thanks a heap - now I can't sleep...
Haunted by a grinning nun, I see the disembodied rictus smile and unfocused dead eyes that hover nightly above my quaking form whenever my eyes drift closed.
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I did not notice the man following me until it was too late, and my world was already going dark.
It was a dark night, but not stormy unless you counted the towering mushroom clouds leaning in the flame-spawned winds in the bright moon light.
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