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First lines tag game

Thanks for the tag @yucasava this was a lot of fun!

Rules: list the first line of the last ten (10) stories you published. (Or however many stories you have, if you don’t have 10. I’m including collabs!) Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Innocenti Bugie

Alex squinted in the light of the setting sun as he waited for Tom and James to join him outside the school gates, so that they could walk home together.

A Day to Remember (Twice!)

It was an unusually sunny day for the beginning of March.

The Promise (Or: Alex Rider and the Marshmallow Factory - Part 2)

Alex Rider slouched into the all too familiar tall brick building on Liverpool Street, the uneasy feeling that had settled on him when he had been called in grew more and more present with every step he took.

Follow me in Merry Measure

As he sat in the chair thinking about how he’d found himself in this situation, Alex found his mind inexplicably wondering back to one of the few science lessons he’d actually attended the previous term.

Rider of the Secret Service

Falling.

Cat and Mouse

Yassen Gregorovich pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Three Million Minutes (and counting)

Alex whooped and cheered as Ian deftly manoeuvred the surfboard through the barrel of the wave.

On the Precipice of Darkness

BANG

“Was that hail?” Alex asked uncertainly.

A Dangerous Game

With his heart still pounding from his near death experience on the soaked stone pillar and water dripping off of him and pooling on the stone floor, Alex stood examining the next section of Feathered Serpent - the corridor with spears and acid river.

Second Chances

Alex stirred in his sleep as someone stroked his hair and softly called his name.

Blunt Force Trauma

The ceiling tiles swam in and out of focus.


So most of the time, I establish the POV, but I do love occasionally starting a story without any clues as to whose POV it is or what’s going on (like Rider of the Secret Service & Blunt Force Trauma), especially if the character is disoriented in the story! And if it’s not immediately clear whose POV it is, then main characters are usually mentioned. I think there’s a mix of starting with the scene setting & tone or dropping straight into the action - I guess it just depends on the story which one I go for

I’m now very curious to go back and see how my openings have changed from my first fics…

I think some of you have already been tagged, but tagging @betweenseafoamandwaves@lightnings-and-stars-and-dreams@koreanbibliophilegirl@daniwib@hella-writes@morfoxx@corolune (no pressure!!) and anyone else who wants to do it

koreanbibliophilegirl:

an-amalgamation-of-things:

On the Precipice of Darkness

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BANG

“Was that hail?” Alex asked uncertainly.

No. It most definitely was not hail but how was Ian supposed to explain that they were being shot at… with a gun? A sniper rifle being fired from one of the rooftops above them, to be specific.

BANG

Another gunshot sounded as a second bullet ricocheted off of the car. Thankfully it was armour plated and packed with gadgets, but why did they have to target him when Alex was in the car? This was certainly one way for Alex to find out what he actually did for a living and definitely not one that he would have chosen.

BANG

“I don’t think so, Alex,” Ian replied, allowing a note of uncertainty to creep into his voice. “There was nothing on the forecast and, besides, there aren’t any storm clouds.” It was true. The weather was surprisingly sunny for November, with a clear blue sky, even if the air was still crisp and cool.

BANG

Ian had to think quickly. He didn’t really want to reveal his true job to Alex. Not when he was just thirteen. He subtly activated his emergency beacon and touched a hidden button on the right arm of his glasses, another gadget from Smithers. Among other things, when activated they gave him a command centre view of the status of the car, which was what he needed right now. A damage report. It was worse than he feared; the shooters weren’t targeting him. They were targeting the passenger side. They were aiming at Alex!

BANG

The windshield splintered and cracked.

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*crashes through the door* Heya I did this between studying for exams hope you like it byeeee *shoves something into your hands and sprints out through the door in a mad dash*

Ahhh ohmygosh Lilly I love it thank you so much!!! *showers you with wholesome Kermits*

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