Opening Lines: “Boo!” Daisy shouted without conviction into the face of the oncoming woman. As usual, and like the other 2762 people before her, the woman heard nothing and simply walked straight through her. Despondently the girl turned and watched the woman continue her shortcut through the churchyard....
Opening Lines: The city streets lay deserted as the first hesitant raise of a new day slowly began to dawn upon London’s dark alleyways. The morning was cold and crisp, a freezing wind billowing through the narrow roads, whipping stinking garbage into odorous heaps. Silence reigned, even the soft lapping of Father Thames against its muddy banks failed to carry through the thick blanket of fog that hugged the ground.
Opening Lines: I couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind. Tossing and turning in the darkness I could picture her naked body stretched across our linen sheets, another man’s arms caressing her softly. How could she do this to me after seven years?
Opening Lines: As I sit alone, gazing out at the dark murderous night I am at my most vulnerable. I ramble, allowing the nib of my pen to scratch unchecked across the parchment, the wet ink glistening under the flickering light of the candle. My stomach churns, the endless pitching and rolling of the ship throwing its contents into my throat as we begin to leave England behind us; it’s bleak coastline harrowing under the stark moonlight.
Opening Lines: Mamma Jade wasn’t really my mother; in fact she was old enough to not really be my grandmother either. That’s just what everybody called her, from us children to the pickers, the sorters, and even Mister Mike who ran the Orchard. Now, years after those balmy summer days I can still picture her sitting in front of the White House, children all around her hanging on her every word. Oh how I miss the sound of her voice, so rich and dark and full of mischief.
Opening Lines: Tony glanced down lovingly at the lead in his hand, slowly drawing the smooth leather between the tips of his fingers. The sense of loss was overwhelming as he sat in silence, the only sound being the thumping of heavy rain upon the car roof.
Opening Lines: The woman walked slowly, carefully supporting the arm of the old lady who shuffled along the street. Slowly, tired watery eyes focused upon the clock tower and tried to read the time upon its tip. “Come on Mum,” said the younger woman as they stood in the middle of the road. “We can’t stand here all day. Mum.…?”
Opening Lines: Against the backdrop of heavy rain beating against the coloured windows, Charlotte knelt between the pews and prayed. She prayed for sunshine and she prayed for the strength not to cry again. But more than anything she prayed that Clive would be here tomorrow.
Opening Lines: “That’s you and me one day, Peg, standing outside our own home…” Jim’s words entered Peggy’s mind as she pulled the ornament from the box. She could remember as if it were yesterday the cold wind on Brighton Pier is he brought her the little gift. Gazing affectionately at the two tiny figures outside the little cottage she shook the dome and engulfed them in snow.
Opening Lines: The ferocious wind whipped the rain across the crest of the hill in slanting sheets, dancing through the stubborn stones that formed a crude outline to some ancient castle. Rivulets of water ran through the sodden turf around the foundations and licked the broken walls with their muddy fingers.