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First Lines II

Journal Entry: Mon May 25, 2009, 3:19 AM
  • Listening to: Beirut
  • Reading: Too many books :(


Just updating the journal to get rid of some unpopular lines, freshen out the submitted ideas, add a few more lines, and invite you all to do the same!

The idea: comment on this journal with an opening line (or couple of lines) then take one that's been posted, and write a piece of prose or poetry stemming from that line. You can write anything, it just has to start off with the line you chose! Then link it to me in a comment or a note, and hey presto, we've all had fun.

Also, I just posted a thread in the prose & poetry forums about punctation in poetry. If that interests you, then check it out here: [link]

I guess it's only fair that I should start:

:bulletblue: 'Your lips are my lips, but always apart'
    :bulletyellow: [link] by ~Noite-Bela (note: no, she didn't use it as a first line, but I'm sweet so it's allowed. FOR NOW)

:bulletblue: 'She turned off the tap'
    :bulletgreen: [link] by ^Hanratty-Stock
    :bulletyellow: [link] by me

:bulletred: 'The first thing I saw this morning was a body fall from a high place'
    :bulletgreen: [link] by ~Le-Pain-Perdu
    :bulletyellow:
[link] by :develmara

:bulletred: 'Then I woke up'
    :bulletyellow: [link] by =Cat-in-the-Stock

:bulletred: 'Love is blooming, or dying'
    :bulletgreen: [link] by ~gab-goes

:bulletblue: 'I didn't go to bed until nine o'clock in the morning'
    :bulletgreen: [link] by *jsut

:bulletred: 'Chirp, it's been twittered.'
    :bulletgreen: [link] by me
    :bulletyellow: [link] by `GaioumonBatou
    :bulletgreen: [link] by ~ivebeentired

:bulletblue: 'I have run out of coffee and am left only with grim determination.'
    :bulletyellow: [link] by `tExTuReMaTtIc
    :bulletgreen: [link] by ~Catspupil


:bulletblue: 'Dust of decades past danced in the warm rays that filtered through the cracked, grime-covered window panes'

:bulletred: 'It began as a momentary tingling sensation, barely noticeable and easily ignored'

:bulletblue: 'It was forgotten almost before it had begun'

:bulletred: 'The look you had in your eyes that day, I imagine I would have followed you anywhere.'
    :bulletgreen: [link] by ~ivebeentired

:bulletblue: 'Everyone thought it was a mistake'

:bulletred: '[name] begun to notice his memory fading. It started on the day [name2] walked into his shop, pockets full of coins.'

:bulletblue: 'Blue paint ran in between the cracks'

:bulletred: 'Wet cotton clouds soaked in the sky'
    :bulletgreen: [link] by ~thegypsy-v1

:bulletblue: 'What it once was wasn't nearly as awful as it is now'

:bulletred: 'I didn't have time to wipe'

:bulletblue: 'It wasn't easy to exorcise the liquor from her body'

:bulletred: 'The word 'Slide' slid out her darkly painted lips on the wings of such pearly cigarette smoke'

:bulletblue: 'Both sole and soul were worn from the journey'



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:iconjsut:
'What it once was wasn't nearly as awful as it is now.'

'I didn't have time to wipe.'

'It wasn't easy to exorcise the liquor from her body.'

--
"We're all fucked. It helps to remember that." ~ George Carlin
:iconconorschild:
that second one is worrying.

--
conorschild: overusing commas since '73 seconds ago

~thingsareprettyokay

#getLIT for people who think writing is just tops
:iconelmara:
The word 'Slide' slid out her darkly painted lips on the wings of such pearly cigarette smoke.

too much Marla in my system. ^^;

--
what we choose is never what we really need


*VampireWriters|=PoetryPlease|*Writers-Workshop|=ScribeSanctuary
:iconelmara:
The word 'Slide' slid out her darkly painted lips on the wings of such pearly cigarette smoke.

too much Marla in my system. ^^;

--
what we choose is never what we really need


*VampireWriters|=PoetryPlease|*Writers-Workshop|=ScribeSanctuary
:iconconorschild:
From fight club? Added!

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conorschild: overusing commas since '73 seconds ago

~thingsareprettyokay

#getLIT for people who think writing is just tops
:iconjsut:
That line will provide the first step to the production of the finest of texts that will ever grace a computer monitor. Just you see.

--
"We're all fucked. It helps to remember that." ~ George Carlin
:iconcool4dude:
'I didn't have time to wipe' sounds more like a last line than a first line...


A limerick is to be had there somewhere.

--
:cheese: Somebody should go stand with the cheese...it's alone :cheese:

The Triple Fool -- John Donne

I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry ;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny?
Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain ;
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increasèd by such songs,
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

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