To be fair, when the alarm goes off, there’s barely even any smoke rising out of the oven.
“Um, is the apartment on fire?”
I lower the screen of my laptop down, where my older sister Paige’s now scowling face is taking up half the screen on a Skype call from UPenn. The other half of the screen is currently occupied by the Great Expectations essay I have written and rewritten enough times that Charles Dickens is probably rolling in his grave.
“Nope,” I mutter, crossing the kitching to shut the oven off, “just my life.”
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Impossible Boy
As trees were being dragged into living rooms and tinsel was being wound around lampshades, Oleg and Emma sat at the back of their classroom whispering about how cold their ears were.
It was the Monday before Christmas.
A teacher was talking, and neither Oleg nor Emma was listening.
This teacher, however, was not the teacher that usually taught form 6Y about dead kings, exploding stars, and how to tell a million from a billion, because that teacher had fallen off a horse three days earlier. He wasn’t supposed to have been on top of a horse at all and how he managed to:
A. find a horse
B. get on it
were mysteries that remained unsolved.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ A Far Away Magic
There’s a massive mirror in the drawing room. It haunts me. If you look hard enough, if you look in just the right way, you can see yourself for who you could be. There is always the hope. Most of the time it just shows me exactly what all the others see; what we all become in this house. The crooked spine, the sallow skin, the dark hair that curls and grows out. Nose is longer, more prominent than an average boy’s nose. Shadows cling tight and there’s a warp in the air around me.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Little Robin Red Vest
The creature circled below Cade like a shark around a sinking ship. It leaped for him, its jaws snapping just below the narrow ledge he stood on. He shuffled back, pressing his shoulders into the cold stone of the canyon wall. There was an eight-foot drop to the ground, and the bare earth had been churned to a thick sludge by the pacing of the monster beneath him.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ A Little Light Mischief
Alice had her eyes on that lady’s maid.
Most lady’s maids Alice had met were either French or at least pretended to be French; failing that, they were Englishwomen of the austere, rail-thin variety. Molly Wilkins was neither, and Alice didn’t know how she was supposed to concentrate on her sewing – or whatever it was she was meant to be doing – when there was an ample bosom or a pert backside within reach at all times.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Rules of Vanishing
The message arrives overnight, and by Monday morning it’s all anyone is talking about. People cluster around their phones, as if by reading the text again, comparing the identical messages, they might reveal some new clue who sent them.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Beautiful
New Orleans is a city ruled by the dead.
I remember the moment I first heard someone say this. The old man meant to frighten me. He said there was a time when coffins sprang from the ground following a heavy rain, the dead flooding the city streets. He claimed to know of a Créole woman on Rue Dauphine who could commune with spirits from the afterlife.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Good Thieves
Vita set her jaw and nodded at the city in greeting, as a boxer greets an opponent before a fight.
She stood alone on the deck of the ship. The sea was wild and stormy, casting salt spray thirty feet into the air, and all the other passengers on the ocean liner, including her mother, had taken sensible refuge in their cabins.
But it is not always sensible to be sensible.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Charlie Turns Into a T-Rex
Charlie McGuffin was being followed.
A malevolent shadow was watching him. Waiting.
Something – or someone – was stalking him through the corridors of the school. A dark presence, menacing, unseen and unknowable –
‘Look, Dylan, I know it’s you following me. I can see you there,’ Charlie said, hands on hips. ‘Can you actually stop? You just look weird doing it. Seriously, Dylan – come out from behind the pillar.’