Most people would say the best way to watch a Leighton High School is cheering the team on to yet another victory, in between bites of Frito pie and sips of Dr Pepper.
I would disagree with them.
Because to me, the best way to watch a Leighton High School football game was with the volume on your earbuds turned all the way up so you couldn’t hear anything around you.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Storm Keeper’s Island
In a field full of wild flowers, a boy and a girl stood side by side beneath an ancient oak tree. The sky was angry, the thunder growling like an angry beast.
‘Are you ready?’ asked the boy nervously.
The girl raised her chin, her wheat-blonde hair sweeping down her back in a curtain. ‘I’ve always been ready.’
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ My Best Friend’s Exorcism
The dead girl hung upside down over our kitchen table.
Ropes dug into her ankles as she swayed from the chandelier. Blood traced a line from the familiar cut across the palm of her hand to one of her delicate fingertips. The drop quivered before joining the little puddle headed for my twin’s cereal bowl. I pulled it out of the way, sloshing rice milk and granola onto the table.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Welcome to the Dark House
They are coming.
They are coming and I don’t think we will ever get out. If you’re reading this, please call the police. Call them now; call the cops if there are any cops left to call. Tell them to come find me. I can’t promise we will be here tomorrow or the day after, or the day after that, but tell them to rescue us before it’s too late. Tell them to try.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Doorbells at Dusk: Halloween Stories
Gus Krebs gnawed at his thumb while looking down at the unconscious monster strapped to the work table in his basement. He didn’t know what it was but it looked… piggish. Nor did he have any idea where it came from.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Haunting of Rookward House
An aged floorboard groaned somewhere deep in the house. Thomas lay still in the bed but let his eyelids drift open. He knew he shouldn’t give in to paranoia, but it was hard at night when the branches scrabbled at the shingles like brittle fingernails and they wind rattled the doors as though demanding to be let inside.
A distorted shadow slid across the bedroom ceiling.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Wizards of Once: Twice Magic
It was a quarter past midnight, four weeks before Midwinter’s End Eve, and a thirteen-year-old boy was dangling precariously from a disintegrating homemade rope hanging from outside the darkest tower of Gormincrag, the Rehabilitation Centre for the Re-Education of Dark Magic and Wicked Wizards.
(That, by the way, is a long and fancy name for a jail, and not just any old jail, the most secure and impregnable jail in the wildwoods.)
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Dramas of a Teenage Heiress
My life is over.
I had decided never to emerge from underneath my duvet again, and my plan was working perfectly until my mum came barging into my room -which STILL doesn’t have a lock on it, despite all my requests, because Mum seems to think she has the right to just barrel on in and invade my privacy whenever she likes.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” she said with a sign, yanking the duvet off me.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Long-Lost Home
To put it in a nutshell: Plinkst was nothing like Ashton Place.
This was the sad and unavoidable conclusion reached by Miss Penelope Lumley, who had recently -and oh, so reluctantly!- joined the household of the Babushkinov family in the unhappy town of Plinkst, in Russia, somewhere south of Saint Petersburg and north of Moscow.
Or was it east of Moscow and west of Volga?