| auctasinistra ( @ 2008-08-28 17:42:00 |
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I like the idea ...
... but typically am too lazy to go back so far. I write so slowly that 25 stories is like a million years ago. So, under the cut, the first lines of the last 20 (finished) fics I've written, plus five stories I've yet to finish or post, and any pattern I think I can discern from them.
1. In the end, Hermione went alone.
2. He looks to the sky.
3. When Harry got to work Monday morning, his boss' first words to him were, "Nicholas Hobbes is dead."
4. You don't get invited to funerals.
5. As countless heroes before him had done, Harry Potter found that when the great battles are won, the lesser loom all the larger.
6. Snape stood on the tilted plate of greasy shale that served as their stoop, staring into the gloaming, squint-eyed against the frigid wind.
7. Draco Malfoy stood beside his mother in the sort of frigid, dank dungeon that made him uneasily conscious of his sins.
8. Potions Master: Expert, prompt, discreet, seeks private commissions to create potions for elite clientele only.
9. Harry Potter stood on tiptoe, reaching, his entire body stretched to its limits and balance a thing more of wishful thinking than reality.
10. Barlow, the butler, met Martin at the service entrance on his first day of work.
11. "Harry fucking Potter."
12. "Hey."
13. Marty opened the door four inches.
14. David Starsky left the meeting, pushing the door open with one hand, letting it swing shut behind him as he walked down the corridor.
15. The stagecoach slowly ate the miles, chewing each methodically, making the two passengers taste every foot of dirt and rock between Red Rock and Agua Caliente.
16. Lom Trevors slid wearily off his horse and squinted up at the sign on the little jailhouse.
17. They'd come through his open bedroom window, four of them, black-clad, black-masked, slick as cat burglars, at 4 in the morning.
18. Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin scrambled to the top of the wooded ridge and stopped, gasping for breath, leaning on each other as they scanned the slope below for signs of their pursuers.
19. Harry sat hunched at his desk, trying to make sense of the greying
words he'd read a dozen times in the past hour.
20. Hutch closed the door behind him with a sigh, glad to be alone although he wasn’t sure why.
And the next five WIPs I have on my theoretical plate:
1. Captain James T. Kirk awoke and immediately looked across sickbay.
2. The moment Captain James T. Kirk pressed the button to end communication, ship’s surgeon Leonard McCoy vented a heartfelt oath.
3. “This is …” Starsky stopped the car and bent, peering through Hutch’s window.
4. “Now, Potter,” Severus Snape said, “you may kill me.”
5. The watchman didn't see the agents parachute in; that was his last mistake.
A pattern? I see a strong tendency toward very prosaic, straightforward opening lines that, I'd be willing to guess, would themselves suck absolutely no one in to keep reading unless they already knew and liked my stuff. :-)