Late one night she whispered me awake.
This was long before they came for Her – before Reverend Sanders and his boy pinned me down and prayed the words over me and ripped Her straight from my soul. It was during the best years, back when I was thirteen and it was just me and Her always, and I thought it always would be.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Fractured
I’m going to write you until this pencil wears out. Until all of me wears out. I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore, but these words, they feel real. Solid. And there’s a chance my letters to you will wash up on the right shore.
The wreck, the one that started all this, lies a hundred feet under the Atlantic, close to Key Largo. Ten miles offshore, you’ll find a place where the water turns blue-black and the salt spray tastes different, coppery. And you’ll feel it as soon as your boat passes over the spot. Something wrong beneath your skin, as if the blood moving through your heart has gone sour, like old milk.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Haunting of Gillespie House
The night was cold and still. The curtains were too thin to block out the moonlight, which stretched over the carpet in quivering dabs and strange shapes from where it managed to worm its way through the forest’s boughs.
A sliver of the light fell over the sleeping girl’s face, making her squirm to avoid it. She rolled over and opened her eyes. The dolls and stuffed animals spread about the room watched her with plastic eyes, their comforting influence dissipated in the cold blue light of nighttime.
The girl sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. She thought she’d heard the voices through her dreams; they were becoming clearer, though, almost clear enough to understand.
“Hello?” She kept her voice quiet so she wouldn’t disturb her parents as they slept in their room down the hallway. “Is that you, little friends?”
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Companion
My sister’s Dina’s last words were “I’m telling you, that hamburger tasted like it had boogers on it.”
My sister’s Siena’s last words were “Are you saying… it was a hamboorger?”
My mother’s last words were “Tony, do you see that-”
My father’s last words were “Oh God – hold on, girls. Hold on!”
Then the car plunged off the side of the road and sank darkly into a drainage canal full of icy slush. And poof! the Radegan family was finished.
Well, except for me.
Apparently I didn’t get the memo.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Horrid
She couldn’t remember the first book she had eaten.
What it had tasted like, how it had felt – the scratch of it as it slid down her throat.
She couldn’t remember why she’d done it. She must have been a baby, a toddler, ripping pages out of a picture book about a talking stuffed animal.
Had the smell of books calmed her down then, as it did now?
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Nikki on the Line
You know how you can tell you’re in trouble?
You can tell you’re in trouble when you’re standing in a long line of girls in a basketball gym, getting ready to try out for an eighth-grade club team – an elite-level team, the kind of team you haven’t played on before, the kind of team you really want to play on – and you all of a sudden realize you’re staring straight-on, eye-level at the shoulder blades of the girl in front of you. Which means, as far as you can tell, the girl attacked to those shoulder blades is a good nine or ten inches taller than you.
And that’s right where I was.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Girl’s Best Friend
I am going to talk to Milo Sanchez today.
Today I’m going to talk to Milo.
I must talk to him.
Unless I wait until tomorrow. Maybe today I should just buy a slice of pizza and head home.
No, that would be insane. No one comes to the Pizza Den for the pizza.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Flember: The Secret Book
Nestled upon Flember Island’s southern most mountain, like a beacon of light in the darkness, was the small village of Eden. And whilst Eden might have looked scary from the outside – being, as it was, concealed behind a ten-metre-high wall of sharpened tree trunks – on the inside flember, the energy of life, thrived. Forests bustled, meadows swayed, ponds glistened. Waterfalls crashed. Rivers trickled.
Villagers ambled about in the morning sunshine.
Our story starts here, in Eden, but away from the orange and blue rooftops of the streets. Down a winding path, across a crumbling stone bridge, in a clearing before Spindletree Forest.
Where a small house was to be found.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Roommate
When the man of her dreams ran a hand across his devastatingly handsome face and said, “I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to freak out.” Clara Wheaton considered, for the first time, the alarming possibility that she could get dumped by someone she’d never manage to date.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Heart Bones
There’s a picture of Mother Theresa that hangs on our living room wall where a television would go if we could afford the kind of television that hangs on the wall, or even a home with the kind of walls that could hold a television.
The walls of a trailer house aren’t made of the same stuff walls in a normal house are made of. In a trailer house, the walls crumble beneath your fingernails like chalk if you so much as scratch them.