From our poll on Tuesday, it looks like most of you are library book readers! Hooray!
For today’s prompt, grab one of those books, open to any page, and randomly poke your finger at a sentence. Write down that sentence.
Mine is from Anna Dressed in Blood, page 219:
I wake up swinging, popped upright in my bed like a rock ’em sock ’em robot.
Now, take that sentence and that’s the first line of your short story. Run with it! (Even though mine is a waking up first line, which is taboo.)
I wake up swinging, popped upright in my bed like a rock ’em sock ’em robot. My body screams in pain as my skin hardens into a crisp aluminum-like sheet. I scratch at the shiny surface, flat-ended cylinders taking over where my fingers once were. The metal is unscratchable. Impenetrable. I focus on forcing my mouth to open. Pushing, concentrating, the metal screeches until my jaw unhinges and hangs wide, a bolt holding it in place below the hollow tin caves that used to be my ears.
Mouth wide, I suck in what’s left of my last human breath and bundle the energy to forcefully call for help. “Mom,” my voice screams inside my head. But my heart sinks when the only sound that comes out is:
Okay, so yeah, it’s a lame story. Point is, now I have a robot story where a ghost story used to be! Aren’t words the best? (Also, I vaguely know about binary, but not enough to competently make a joke. Actual binary nerds, forgive me.)
Now it’s your turn! Find your first line and get writing! Bonus points if you share in the comments!