ooh, I’m so happy to see this thread revived! here’s the first line of that story, 2 years later…
[name_f][/name_f][name_m]The[/name_m] man was about to perish, and yet he still wouldn’t look [name_m]Cas[/name_m] in the eye.
and another project I’m toying with (not yet named), working opening line…
[name_f][/name_f]“On the night my father was killed, I was in charge of pouring the gasoline.”
I’m really bad at titles and so at the moment have just named them after characters.
[name_f][/name_f]Diggy
[name_f][/name_f]Diggy rung his hands, he was exhausted but [name_m]Junior[/name_m] was at home waiting for him.
[name_f][/name_f][name_m]Alekos[/name_m]
[name_f][/name_f][name_m]Alekos[/name_m] & [name_m]Kester[/name_m] had been friends since childhood.
[name_f][/name_f][name_f]Kiriana[/name_f]
[name_f][/name_f][name_f]Kiriana[/name_f] Bakanskas often got complimented on her name, but having grown up largely in care she could never answer any questions on it.
[name_f][/name_f]Untitled
[name_f][/name_f]It was perishingly cold and wet outside and getting worse by the minute.
[name_m]The[/name_m] Keykeeper of Benan
[name_f][/name_f]Prologue:
[name_f][/name_f]‘He said it was like scattering stars so that someday, when the sun fell and the day turned to night, they could rise.’
[name_f][/name_f]Chapter 1:
[name_f][/name_f]‘It’s a good day for stealing.’
Beneath the Sunless [name_m]Sky[/name_m]
[name_f][/name_f]Prologue:
[name_f][/name_f]“Her mother’s blood was smeared across her mouth like lipstick.”
[name_f][/name_f]Chapter One:
[name_f][/name_f]“Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth like blood.”
Prologue
[name_f][/name_f]Don’t forget to lock the backdoor at night.
[name_f][/name_f]Children should never sit on cold floors.
[name_f][/name_f][name_m]The[/name_m] blue cup is for milk not juice.
[name_f][/name_f][name_m]Be[/name_m] careful who you trust with secrets.
i’m out of shape when it comes to writing but i started something new…
[name_f][/name_f]“there’s a certain kind of suspension that comes with endings.”
“What’s that you’re drawing, Ria?”
[name_f][/name_f]“Oh, just me killing that phalène briseuse de ménages.”
Nothing Stays Buried
[name_f][/name_f]“The whispering ache in her shoulder had grown to a scream as [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] lifted the final shovelful of dirt out of the newly disturbed grave.”
Shadows Hide Him
[name_f][/name_f]This harrowing escape would’ve been such a pleasure if not for the little bundle in his arms.
[name_m]August[/name_m] 11th, 2025 [name_m]New[/name_m] Book 1 (I have yet to actually think of a suitable title)
Blight thought the rain was an insult. It was clear from the way she glared up at the sky, as if cursing it for her misfortune.
[name_m]August[/name_m] 11th, 2025 [name_m]New[/name_m] Book 2 (Rough draft, first lines will probably change)
[name_m]The[/name_m] echoes of footsteps faded into the night, but Bane’s heart thrummed with a rhythm that overpowered the silence. He had just dispatched the last of the criminals, their fear palpable as they were herded into the police cars, their protests drowned by the sirens shrieking through the air. A sigh escaped his lips, mingling with the cool breeze that carried scents of asphalt and distant street food, and he savored a moment of fleeting triumph.
[name_m]August[/name_m] 11th, 2025 [name_m]New[/name_m] Book 3
[name_f]She[/name_f] didn’t know where she was. Or, for that matter, who she was. [name_f]She[/name_f] had woken up in the forest and wandered for what seemed like hours. Until he had appeared. A being that looked like a man, but was not quite human. [name_f]She[/name_f] could tell that from his crimson eyes.
[name_m]August[/name_m] 11th, 2025 [name_m]New[/name_m] Book 4 (Rough draft, first lines will probably change)
[name_m]The[/name_m] stillness of slumber fractured as Estella’s mind ignited with the sharp clarity of a thousand stars colliding. In the ethereal expanse of the [name_m]Angel[/name_m] [name_m]Realm[/name_m], a ripple of chaos pulsed through the ether, a disturbance that clawed at her consciousness like an unwelcome intruder. [name_m]Her[/name_m] eyes snapped open, silver irises flaring to life.
There will ultimately be six books in this series, with multiple spinoffs
writing three right now…
“The town was entirely abandoned during [name_m]Friday[/name_m] [name_m]Night[/name_m] Lights”
“The heavy aroma of frankincense and unwashed wool blankets hung thick in the air of the sanctuary”
My fave: "On mornings when her grief was particularly bad, [name_f]Madeleine[/name_f] found herself drawing circles*