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.
When Cecily was three years old, she announced that she was "stared of the scares." It stuck.
I loved you not.
There are no unremarkable worlds. But in all the galaxy, perhaps the ice-moon of II Laetrius VI comes closest.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
You ain't gonna like what I have to tell you, but I'm gonna tell you anyway.
It was always night in Gotham.
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