Hey everybody! We have not had a contest in a while. This will be the first in a new monthly tradition. It is called THE FIRST LINE CONTEST. Submit a great first line in the comment section and we'll choose the one we like best. Winner gets a swell prize. This month's stellar offering will be a copy of Jillian M. Phillips' poetry collection Pretty the Ugly (check out the interview with the poet in the previous blog). If you have any questions feel free to email us at Cellar.Door.Book@gmail.com so as not to clog up the competition space.
Need some examples? Yours (of course) must be orginal but here's a few that the interweb considers some of the best:
"Call me Ishmael." (Herman Melville's Moby Dick)
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." (George Orwell's 1984)
Need some examples? Yours (of course) must be orginal but here's a few that the interweb considers some of the best:
"Call me Ishmael." (Herman Melville's Moby Dick)
"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." (George Orwell's 1984)
"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show." (Charles Dickens' David Copperfield)
Aaaaaand go!
If ever there was I time that I loved her, it was in that moment--holding her hair, kissing her lips, and feeling the warmth of her blood as it ran down my fingers.
ReplyDeleteIt festered, that biting itch at the back of his throat, like a pimple waiting to be popped but he didn't have a mirror to watch the explosion unfold.
ReplyDeleteI knew it was wrong to do it, but that only increased the thrill exponentially; this was the decision that turned this goody-goody into every parent's worst nightmare.
ReplyDeleteI had the perfect man, and then I farted
ReplyDeleteI solve problems with my crotch.
ReplyDeleteFlames trailed the planet, making it look as if it were a comet streaking through the sky, consumed by a nuclear explosion while the orbit of the Earth slowly decayed into the Sun; the first -and last- planet belonging the human species slipped away with a silent plop.
ReplyDeleteAaaaand that is a wrap everybody. Thank you for your participation in the first FIRST LINE contest. The winner will be announced in the next few days!
ReplyDeleteDRUM ROLL! Our esteemed judges have chosen a winner for this first FIRST LINE contest. That winner is Daniel (of the first comment)!
ReplyDeleteDaniel: Please send me your name and address at Cellar.Door.Book@gmail.com so we can send you your prize.
Thanks so much to all the participants!