Well, I just had the unsettling experience of getting 3000 words into a 4000-word story that's due Thursday and realizing that it's not going to be 4000 words. Guess it's back to the drawing board.
I've forgotten how to write short short stories. I was putting in white space as if it were a novel. I had better relearn the trick of density fast. Dear Bear: no transitions.
And that means I need a first lines meme. The idea here is that we post the first lines of unfinished stories, on the theory that we might then be inspired to finish a few...
So here's what's in the queueueueue currently...
"It's not like I'd be selling my own liver." --"This Chance Planet"
Johnny Backus was a daywalker. Johnny Backus was a vampire. Johnny Backus was a friend of mine. --"Steel"
When Cecily was three years old, she announced that she was "stared of the scares." It stuck. --"Untitled"
I loved you not. --"Posthumous Jonson"
There are no unremarkable worlds. But in all the galaxy, perhaps the ice-moon of II Laetrius VI comes closest. --"Periastron"
Nothing made Matthew hate himself more than waiting for the elevator. --"Patience & Fortitude"
The dead woman's fingertips were marked by a number of shallow, parallel cuts. --"Coronado"
"We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you'd flunked Algebra." --"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
The universe will always need plumbers. At least until the Big Rip. --"Flush"
Krissy paused in the wings stage left, in air thick with the smell of dust, imagining thunderous applause. --"A Time to Reap"
As the innate perversity of the universe would have it, Officer [Name] was up to her elbows in the guts of a roasted pumpkin as big as her chest when her pager shrilled. --"Gallowglas"
Before she turned into a dragon, Kathy Cutter was Comanche Zariphes' best friend. --"Form and Void"
Some short stories without titles or first lines yet:
Modern fantasy story with faceless minions and gladiators Hieroglyph gynandromophism rightminding story Seascraping libertarians story Venusian quantum optogenetics story Sargasso apocalypse lighthouse story
Pewter scraped across the black wave-caps of the Atlantic on the morning Carl Hughes learned how his lover had died. --Smile
You ain't gonna like what I have to tell you, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. --Karen Memory
It was always night in Gotham. --Gotham Jazz
Tin laced her fingers together across her gravid belly and frowned along her nose at the feeble human child. --An Apprentice to Elves
Temur sat crosslegged, the tea Brother Hsiung had brought him cooling untasted in his hands. --Steles of the Sky