When we found out that we were going on a school camping trip for FOUR WHOLE NIGHTS we were MEGA excited.
But that’s because we didn’t know about the WEIRD HOWLING at night and the GLOWING EYES and our PE teacher’s HAIRY LEGS.
And we DEFINITELY didn’t know that we were going to get LOST IN THE WILDERNESS and have to become SURVIVAL EXPERTS.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Stanley Will Probably Be Fine
I never thought I’d end this day trapped in Albert Einstein’s dog crate, teetering at the top of our basement stairs. But you know, it only proves my point. Like I always tell my friend, Joon: bad stuff can pop up and trap you at any time.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Chocolate Factory Ghost
It was late winter in Northern Rus’, the air sullen with wet that neither rain nor snow. The brilliant February landscape had given way to the dreary gray of March, and the household of Pyotr Vladimirovich were all sniffling from the damp and thin from six weeks’ fasting on black bread and fermented cabbage. But no one was thinking of chilblains or runny noses, or even, wistfully, of porridge and roast meats, for Dunya was to tell a story.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ York: The Shadow Cipher
The true story of any city is never a single tale; it’s a vast collection of stories with many different heroes. But most storytellers believe that theirs is the only true story and that they are the only true heroes.
They are surprised to find out they are wrong.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Amelia Fang and the Unicorn Lords
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! squeed the pumpkin alarm clock at first light.
Amelia Fang stretched and scrambled out of her coffin. her pet pumpkin Squashy was bouncing around licking everyone excitedly.
‘Oh, Squashy,’ Amelia said through a yawn, ‘how are you so wide awake?’
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ A World Below
The boy sat on a throne made of mushroom stalks and branches, slung together in an arching, triangular shape and lashed tight with vines. Thorns and brambles had been missed in the soldiers’ haste, and now they dug into his legs and back, pinching and twisting and sharp.
But the boy did not flinch. He was as motionless as the throne he sat upon.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Nothing To See Here Hotel
Let’s talk about grandmas…
In storybooks, grandmas or grannies or nannies are sweet and short dumplings of fun that give you extra pocket money when your mum and dad aren’t looking, and need to be rescued from the occasional big bad wolf.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Darkest Minds
When the white noise went off, we were in the Garden, pulling weeds.
I always reacted badly to it. It didn’t matter if I was outside, eating in the Mess Hall, or locked in my cabin. When it came, the shrieking tones blew up like a pipe bomb between my ears. Other girls at Thurmond could pick themselves up after a few minutes, shaking off the nausea and disorientation like the loose grass clinging to their camp uniforms. But me? Hours would pass before I was able to piece myself back together.
This time should have been no different.
But it was.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Darkest Dream
I bet lots of people think being a monsterhunter is really awesome. Some parts are cool, I suppose, like practising new sword moves in the garden at Grimdean House. But if you think I spend the whole time defeating monsters so that everyone can tell me how grateful they are, you’re dead wrong.