February 20 2014

Writing Attempt: Writing a bunch of good first lines.

 

Children were the only commodity.

 

 

After the fourth click, the revolver finally shot a bullet.

 

 

“These bones are proof that Hock was not killed here.”

“How?”

“How? How because they are not the bones of Hock, they are the bones of a coyote.”

 

 

When I was five, I was given a new name. Crystal. I would have loved it. If it hadn’t been given to me by the man that took me from my own home.

 

His hair was lit perfectly by the fire.

 

“Stacy?” She said. “Why is it exactly you are out to kill me?”

 

 

 

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just some fun. :)

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