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First lines
Feb. 9th, 2006 11:37 amOkay, I'm doing this because Bear did it and I'm a sheep, but also because I wanted to do something today besides whine about The Novel. So, here are the first lines of everything I am currently working on. Technically, I'm only working on The Novel right now, but these are all the things I'm playing with and thinking about on the side. Some of these may have cropped up the last time I did this, but I continue to play with them. And if Venus in Transit and "Ramona! The Chickens!" seem similarly themed, they are. :-)
Venus in Transit
"So, Mrs. Tattinger, you say you first noticed something strange with the chickens five months ago?"
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"Closes Within a Dream"
JK Montmorency had a dirty little secret.
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"Eudora's Song"
It's the saddest songs that shipwreck sailors, songs of longing and despair, not songs of seduction.
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"Ramona! The Chickens!"
That day when he was--what? Nine?--and Ramona had walked up the stairs ahead of him in some tight jeans... He'd realized for the first time that girls didn't necessarily have cooties, and he'd felt the bone-tingling awesomeness of a well-shaped woman's ass.
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"The Story Shaman"
"Nothing exploded."
"It's not a story about explosions."
Yaku's grandson considered a moment, his lower lip curling downward, little fingers playing with the rug he sat on. "But I like explosions."
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"The Green Ones"
A dangerous harmonicsometimes occurs takes place in the proximity of machines: to machine--one humming at one pitch, clashing and blending the pitch of one hum clashes and blends with the harmonic of the ones beside it. You never know what that cacophony might evoke, call forth, but I'll tell you from personal experience: you wouldn't want to be there when it happens.
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"Green Horse Bone"
I don't so much find the bones as they find me.
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Charged with Folly
The angel braced himself on a black-iron lamppost, opened his mouth, and expelled a long stream of light into the gutter.
Venus in Transit
"So, Mrs. Tattinger, you say you first noticed something strange with the chickens five months ago?"
♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢
"Closes Within a Dream"
JK Montmorency had a dirty little secret.
♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢
"Eudora's Song"
It's the saddest songs that shipwreck sailors, songs of longing and despair, not songs of seduction.
♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢
"Ramona! The Chickens!"
That day when he was--what? Nine?--and Ramona had walked up the stairs ahead of him in some tight jeans... He'd realized for the first time that girls didn't necessarily have cooties, and he'd felt the bone-tingling awesomeness of a well-shaped woman's ass.
♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢
"The Story Shaman"
"Nothing exploded."
"It's not a story about explosions."
Yaku's grandson considered a moment, his lower lip curling downward, little fingers playing with the rug he sat on. "But I like explosions."
♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢
"The Green Ones"
A dangerous harmonic
♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢
"Green Horse Bone"
I don't so much find the bones as they find me.
♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢♤♧♡♢
Charged with Folly
The angel braced himself on a black-iron lamppost, opened his mouth, and expelled a long stream of light into the gutter.