SciFi/Fantasy First Line Game

Gardner walked back to the base slowly, still shaking, wondering why of all the millions of humans in recorded history he'd been the one to experience First Contact, and wondering as well how he'd managed to screw it up so badly.

Avery rubbed watery eyes then threw back her head and sneezed, sending her military escort diving for cover.

Although walking down the main street of a human village wasn't the most reckless thing they had done, it was certainly the most nerve wracking.

Though it was hardly the first time James been called in to perform an emergency surgery, it was certainly the first time he found the patient on the operating table wasn't human.

‘I’m not lending you anymore money to fund your “Vampire Yoga Class” Evander.’

The imps were in the pipes again, and the plumber was no longer returning my calls.

AlexPiper said:

The imps were in the pipes again, and the plumber was no longer returning my calls.

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Love it.

Mine: "When you don't have any opposable thumbs, being an alcoholic is a real chore."

Never invite a yeti to tea, unless you want to be picking hair out of the biscuits.

When I first died, I certainly didn't expect to get a lecture on my life decisions from a creature who I suspected was God but called itself ZeDe, by the fourth time though, I'd pretty much accepted the fact I would be babysitting undead juveniles for the rest of my unfortunate afterlife.

-Cheated a little bit, very long sentence, but I couldn't resist that end bit.

Yes. "Oracle, I came to ask if I should... huh?"

His third arm was for back scratches only.

DragonWing said:

Yes. "Oracle, I came to ask if I should... huh?"

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Welcome to the game; play as often as you'd like! There are only three simple rules, laid down by the game's founder waaaaaay back on the earliest page.

1. Every post — even replies to other posts like this one — need to contain a first line entry.
2. Every first line must be clearly speculative in genre, being part of a fantasy or SF story.
3. Every first line must be only one sentence long. No garden-path sentences, no gluing them together higgledy-piggledy with misused semicolons, and so on. Just one sentence.

(Your first line contains two sentences, alas. But a lot of us slip up on our first entries; I faced duckish wrath for cruelly abusing semicolons!)

Beyond that, welcome to the game. Play as often as you like, and hopefully you get some great story ideas from it. And now, to keep with the rules...

I'd been gazing at the moon for half an hour, lost in thought, when it abruptly opened its eyes and blinked at me.

The best advice I'd ever heard, but never seemed to be able to follow, was never volunteer for solo missions in the alternative realities - so, once again, I'm in deep shit.

Her eyes reflected the sum of hate that belonged to a dead alien race.

Every morning I awake to find my mortal shell changed in one way or another: today I am a horse.

Being part of the Mass Cosmic Consciousness is a real fun trip, except for Sweeps Week.

Nobody likes it when the necromancer shows up at the funeral.

By the time she had got to the end of fifty euphemisms, Jane had decided that either the locals were remarkably superstitious, or Faerie-kind were far too active on the Isle of Man.


(I may be exaggerating slightly, but of the Celtic nations, the Manx certainly seem to have the most euphemisms for faeries/sidhe.)

My first mate's opinion that we should hang back and let the other pirates contend with the kraken solidified my opinion of the man and our future working relationship.

Jeff's screams were silenced when I deployed the air-lock; I thought that would silence him forever, but that night I learned differently.

Tugging on the tail of his white lab coat, the forlorn child sniffled and asked plaintively, "Daddy, I can't find Miss Kitty - have you seen her?"


('sorry, GW... 'couldn't resist)

The police are never popular with criminals, and police necromancers even less so; they claim we take all the fun out of murder.