ravenswept | Opening One Liners (Reply)

I posted earlier about my thoughts about first sentences and what they can (potentially) mean, not only for the rest of the story but for your chances of publication as well.

Much like my Rorschach Titles, my mind wandered to randomality and produced some first sentences to works that don't exist.

I died the day before Valentine's Day, Feburary 13, the day before my fiance was going to propose to me in a big elaborate set-up he thought was secret but really his best friend couldn't wait to tell me about; fuck.
When I finally found the little black cancerous blob between her two hearts, I can say with full honestly I relished bloodily ripping it from her open chest.
She could hate her all she wanted but even Desire had to admit when her mother had a point, it was usually a pretty good one.
I hate you; I just want you to know that up front.
Sweet Jesus, that was one ugly baby.
Running away went against his code, but even Adam could make expections when outnumbered eighty to one.
It wasn't enough that the Heston Estate had thrown the largest and roudiest party they'd ever thrown since the previous evening, now they had the audacitity to have a dead body present itself as well.
Just because one can add garlic to just about everything one cooks, really, really doesn't mean they should.