Write a one-sentence lead into a novel based upon your reaction to the photo on the website.
Posted by djvdakota (Member # 2002) on :
OK. I went, I saw, I was totally uninspired by the current photo. Could it be all that snow <Gag> and cold *gasp* and wintry exercise [groan]?
Maybe next time.
Or maybe someone could come up with a better picture?
Posted by Keeley (Member # 2088) on :
I entered it, but I sympathize with you Dakota. I stared at that picture for a good ten minutes before something clicked.
Oh, and thank you, Mike for sharing the link. It was fun figuring out a first line.
[This message has been edited by Keeley (edited November 24, 2004).]
Posted by mikemunsil (Member # 2109) on :
This one was hard, wasn't it? Took me a while and some creative grammar to get one sentence that would have a chance of placing. I hope that the grammar lesson I learned here concerning semi-colons is correct, and that the folks at Every Writer agree that it is one sentence.
You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.
Posted by djvdakota (Member # 2002) on :
All right. I did it anyway. It's probably as boring as the picture.
quote:Alex groaned, thinking about how nice it would be to slip back into the hot tub with Roxanne, while the salesman droned on and clicked through yet another picture of a perfect skiier on a perfect slope on a perfect day in the perfect time-share condo deal.
Posted by mikemunsil (Member # 2109) on :
quote:It was hard, so hard to take the shot; she was so perfect in every way, a young man's dream against a brilliant blue sky.
Posted by hoptoad (Member # 2145) on :
quote:
[This message has been edited by hoptoad (edited November 29, 2004).]
Posted by Keeley (Member # 2088) on :
*takes a deep breath* Okay, but ... rrrgh, I'll just post it.
quote:"Trish taught me skiing wasn't the only thing that could break your legs."
Posted by Robyn_Hood (Member # 2083) on :
quote:Angela hated everything that reminded her about the accident; she hated that picture the most.
Posted by wetwilly (Member # 1818) on :
There's something about careening uncontrollably down a mountainside on two skinny finberglass twigs; it screams in your face that you're breathing.
Posted by Minister (Member # 2213) on :
Can I post it here even if I didn't enter it there? Here it is:
The two things that kept Trish intact on the slopes were the things that kept her alive on her job: balance and control.
Posted by mikemunsil (Member # 2109) on :
I love the creativity here!
I think EveryWriter must have searched diligently to find the most uninspiring picture they could.
Posted by GavinLoftin (Member # 1966) on :
Here's mine:
Brigadine had been told it was her last day to live, so she wore pink, the color her mother was buried in, and went to the slopes to ski.
