It’s Monday! The start of a new day and a new week and it’s the first Monday of a new month. To celebrate (celebrate Mondays? Why not?), I’m posting the first sentences (up to three) of some of my stories.
“The king’s men came for Roshana at high noon.” ~Shadow Princess
“The mourning cloak flutters against my shop window. Eyes dark and wide, mouth open in soundless desire, her pale hands scrabble against the glass that separates her from my bottles.” ~Mourning Cloak
“I had a soulmate.
I knew this as surely as I knew my name or my mother’s face or the three chittering djinns who sat upon my bedposts and made faces at me while I slept. I felt the lack of my soulmate like a missing limb, or a fallen tooth, as a constant ache in my stomach.” ~Soulmate
“The monument could once have been a coffin on a pedestal. Time had fused the box to the rock beneath. Grime and moss crept up the stone sides, the glass at the top was distorted and rippled in waves.” ~untitled steampunk Snow White
“Rafael Grenfeld burrowed deeper into his nest of potato peelings and rotten cabbage leaves. The piercing wind-shriek of the stazis’ whistles had been silent for eight long gongs, his trousers were thoroughly soaked with old tea, soup and other things he didn’t dare think about, and his sense of smell had shut down out of sheer self-defense.” ~Quartz
Join me by posting the first sentences (up to three) of some of your stories in the comments. Happy Monday, and here’s to good beginnings!
Catherine Johnson says
These are great, I particularly like the last one. You had me at potato peelings lol.
Thanks, Catherine. 🙂
I love them all, but oddly enough, I love Quartz the best. It has this compelling voice and that awesome humor on the last line. 😀
Gabriel Rumbaut says
Great sentences! I love Quartz the best, too. So vivid!
I do love Rafe, Quartz’s protagonist. He has this great sense of humor. I’m glad you all like his voice, too!
Barbara Forte Abate says
I’m loving them all, but l’m partial to Shadow Princess & Mourning Cloak, both of which have me inspired to find out where, what, why, who …
Thanks, Barbara. Both of those stories are written and I hope to find homes for them.
I flicked down to see the titles of the stories and was gripped by the one without a title – steampunk Snow White sounds totally fascinating!
The beginning was gripping too – a sense of it being ages old made me shiver in anticipation. I found it exciting, perhaps because of the glass rippling in waves, and I wanted to read on. More please, Rabia 🙂
Thanks, Prue. 😀
I haven’t finished that one yet, but it’s on my to-do list. So many stories, so little time!
Jo Anderton says
Mourning Cloak! Can’t wait to read it 🙂
Okay, this is what I have open at the moment: “Those bones were singing before Casimir brought them to me. I heard their jumbled and discordant song through wood and calico lining, through silencing spells and spirit wards, as far away as the centre of town.” — doesn’t have a name yet 🙂
And how about: “Isola wired a laser cannon she had found in a mass grave to an untended Shard, and breathed a little easier when it began to charge. A little.” — um, also nameless.
I’m having naming troubles, can you tell??
You will! In all it’s muddled first-draft-y messy glory. Aren’t you so lucky? 😀
Yeah, I always have trouble naming my stories. *sympathizes*
These are such inspiring beginnings. All of them make me want to keep reading!
So-I’ll play. Here are mine:
It seldom rains in Los Angeles. But when it does, her sky lashes and claws at the ground below, like a saber-tooth tiger mounting the back of a mastodon, tearing gashes that stream like silver blood into the sea. ~ The Tempest’s Serenade
Griffin was always the first to hear his father’s footsteps as they crunched down the path across the terrace. He listened to hear if their slow steady rhythm was broken when they passed his sister’s grave. ~ A Bridge of Light
Only Lia would dare approach him in his sleep this way.
“Rigel,” she whispered.
Rigel groaned and allowed her to press against him. ~ The Dragon’s Milk Chronicles-Book One
I can name things, but for the life of me, can’t seem to figure out how to start them properly!
I like the opening of A Bridge of Light!
Linda Adams says
Those a great sentences!
Here’s the one from mine:
The last person Anton Keymas expected to see was his dead father — but then, he wasn’t surprised either, given the museum exhibit was about his dead mother.
Oooh, intriguing. 🙂
These are great!
One from me:
Juliana Davenport’s dark eyes were brimming with laughter, mischief and adoration in equal measure as she looked up at her partner. Her youthful face was becomingly tinged with pink from the exertion of waltzing round the ballroom, and from the realisation that Lord Eversleigh’s right hand, placed lightly but firmly in the small of her back, was holding her closer than was likely to be thought proper by some of the older guests.
~Mystery in Morocco
She’s so lovely, and I do the most awful things to her…and to him too *sighs*.
You’re supposed to be awful to them. They can only have their happy ending after they’ve earned it. *evil grin*