We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.
John D. MacDonaldTags: mystery crime-fiction great-opening-lines
A baby almost killed me as I walked to work one morning. By passing beneath a bus shelter's roof at the ordained moment I lived to tell my tale. With strangers surrounding me I looked at what remained. Laoughter from heaven made us lift our eyes skyward. The baby's mother lowered her arms and leaned out her window. Without applause her audience drifted off, seeking crumbs in the gutters of this city of God. Xerox shingles covered the shelter's remaining glass pane, and the largest read:
Want to be crucified. Have own nails.
Leave message on machine.
The fringe of numbers along the ad's hem had been stripped away. My shoes crunched glass underfoot; my skirt clung to my legs as I continued down the street. November dawn's seventy-degree bath made my hair lose its set. Mother above appeared ready to take her own bow; I too, as ever, flew on alone.
Tags: dystopia great-opening-lines heathern womack
This is what happened.
Douglas FairbairnTags: classic great-opening-lines cliche
The small boys came early to the hanging.
Ken FollettTags: great-opening-lines
I know your secret.
Jennifer EstepTags: great-opening-lines
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