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gmskarka.
"A few other writers on my friends list have done this; the idea is to post the
opening lines of works in progress. The allure of rich, creamy narcissism is too
much to resist!"
Waters of Lethe
Soaring heavens eyes touch glowing silk heat moist breath—
No.
Sun warm blue breeze tingle soft laughter—
No.
Goddamit, no. Blank. Just…
I have one chance at this. One instant in which to be solely myself. The instant
comes and goes, but it is never the same twice. One time to record something
that I know is just… just me. Oh God not again
Darkening of the Light, Prologue
The fire was dying. Bright orange coals glowed deep within its heart, but the pale flames above spat and sputtered in the wind, casting a dim, flickering light. The cave was shallow, the sky and dark scrub brush visible through the opening. Shadows grew in the cave as the light dimmed, but the darkness stayed back as though held at bay, waiting for the fire to die altogether.
The woman sat with her back to the wall, cross-legged and hunched over, her face obscured by a curtain of tangled dark hair. She looked like a feature of the landscape; the only thing that marked her as human was her hands, loosely clasped around a worn leather pouch.
Just a moment longer... the sun has fled back to its hole. It can’t touch us now. It’s time for witchery.
An Honorable Woman
“By the way, you’ve got a two o’clock appointment.”
The man sitting at the desk glanced down at his watch. The numbers “13:40” glowed up at him. “Nice timing. Anything else you’d like to tell me about? Was I due with the head of Ares at 1:30?”
A deep, rasping laugh crackled from the telecom speakers. The unit had come with the office, and was probably about as old as he was. The screen for the unit had long since given up trid capability, but he couldn’t see the point of spending money on something he didn’t own. “Gee, all the nuyen you’re paying me and a comedy routine, too. What more could a girl want?”
He smiled at that. Rosie wasn’t the best secretary ever to complete a Barrens Self-Improvement School career course, but she was quick enough when he needed it. Street smarts were worth more to his line of work than a great telephone voice, anyway.
“So, who’s this appointment with? You haven’t pencilled in my ex-wife, have you?”
“It’d serve you right if I had. It’s a prospect. She looks loaded.”
My other current project is actually in comic script form, so it doesn't have good opening lines to use, per se. That should serve for a smattering of my stuff, though.
gmskarka."A few other writers on my friends list have done this; the idea is to post the
opening lines of works in progress. The allure of rich, creamy narcissism is too
much to resist!"
Waters of Lethe
Soaring heavens eyes touch glowing silk heat moist breath—
No.
Sun warm blue breeze tingle soft laughter—
No.
Goddamit, no. Blank. Just…
I have one chance at this. One instant in which to be solely myself. The instant
comes and goes, but it is never the same twice. One time to record something
that I know is just… just me. Oh God not again
Darkening of the Light, Prologue
The fire was dying. Bright orange coals glowed deep within its heart, but the pale flames above spat and sputtered in the wind, casting a dim, flickering light. The cave was shallow, the sky and dark scrub brush visible through the opening. Shadows grew in the cave as the light dimmed, but the darkness stayed back as though held at bay, waiting for the fire to die altogether.
The woman sat with her back to the wall, cross-legged and hunched over, her face obscured by a curtain of tangled dark hair. She looked like a feature of the landscape; the only thing that marked her as human was her hands, loosely clasped around a worn leather pouch.
Just a moment longer... the sun has fled back to its hole. It can’t touch us now. It’s time for witchery.
An Honorable Woman
“By the way, you’ve got a two o’clock appointment.”
The man sitting at the desk glanced down at his watch. The numbers “13:40” glowed up at him. “Nice timing. Anything else you’d like to tell me about? Was I due with the head of Ares at 1:30?”
A deep, rasping laugh crackled from the telecom speakers. The unit had come with the office, and was probably about as old as he was. The screen for the unit had long since given up trid capability, but he couldn’t see the point of spending money on something he didn’t own. “Gee, all the nuyen you’re paying me and a comedy routine, too. What more could a girl want?”
He smiled at that. Rosie wasn’t the best secretary ever to complete a Barrens Self-Improvement School career course, but she was quick enough when he needed it. Street smarts were worth more to his line of work than a great telephone voice, anyway.
“So, who’s this appointment with? You haven’t pencilled in my ex-wife, have you?”
“It’d serve you right if I had. It’s a prospect. She looks loaded.”
My other current project is actually in comic script form, so it doesn't have good opening lines to use, per se. That should serve for a smattering of my stuff, though.
