First Lines Meme
Feb. 28th, 2009 03:17 pmI got this from
1. Post the first lines of all your fics.
2. What does this say about you?
I was thinking about this (we were talking about opening lines being short, etc. I spent much of Thursday morning doing the time honoured librarian activity known as weeding and kept looking at first lines. My statement/question / whatever + explanation in second line practice is pretty widespread. This proves, as usual, I am everything but original! It seems to me, most of us think in terms of first paragraphs and this whole thing was quite painful. I kept wanting to save second lines under flimsy excuses. Some of them are okay, some fun and some plain bad. (Thank goodness for This Time Round DW stories - by default some of them come out interesting out of context.)
1. First Lines
A Handbag Story: Tegan walked coatless out into a cold, rainy London, her vision blurred with tears and no idea what she was supposed to do next.
A Season (Seven) With Zoe: “Brigadier,” said Zoe, running forward.
A Spot of Festive Shopping: Tegan left the console room and blinked to find everything had turned misty and cold.
Anarchist Sprites: A young Asian man, casually dressed, crosses to the shabby newsagent’s opposite the closed down theatre.
Between Times: His companion rubbed dirt from her hands as she marched back into the console room.
Bric a Brac: Nine entered a handy new hardware store, looking around him at the scruffy shelves, long counter and endless boxes of odd objects from all corners of the universe.
Defence of the Realm: It was growing late but Harry Pearce wasn’t moving from his desk in Thames House.
Don’t Drink the Water: She knew it was a bad day the moment the wild-eyed, curly-haired lunatic sidled up to her on the park bench.
Emptiness: The world was blank.
Harry in a Hole: It was still dark when he opened his eyes.
Home? “I only asked a question,” said Donna loudly as they walked through damp and dripping woodland.
How the West Was Lost: Until the last five minutes, it had been a quiet morning at UNIT HQ.
Only Visiting This Planet: Lights in the sky.
Spanner in the Works: Martha Jones followed the Doctor down a wide, tree-lined suburban road with an amused look in her dark eyes.
Strangers at Fairhurst: "Charming!" proclaimed the Doctor, stepping out of the TARDIS into a green field in bright sunshine.
Surprise! “Doctor?” said Benny, her voice thin in the pitch darkness.
UNIT: Haunting: “Where’s the Doctor?”
UNIT: How to Say Goodbye: It wasn’t the Doctor, thought Liz, who was the problem.
UNIT: Invisible Man: The Brigadier marched into the UNIT HQ laboratory and folded his arms in impatience.
UNIT: Undercover: The Brigadier, Liz and the Doctor regrouped in the laboratory at UNIT HQ.
UNIT: Unfinished: Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart was a practical man, perhaps sometimes a little too practical and down-to-earth for the commanding officer of a top secret organisation that fought off alien invasions on a weekly basis.
Unwanted: Tegan was sitting in her room, unable to forget Nyssa’s absence and she wanted someone to talk to.
Double Take (Happy Endings, Hasty Exits 2): “Don’t be ridiculous,” said the Doctor. “Marry Harry? Our Harry?”
Aliens Made Me Do It? (Happy Endings, Hasty Exits, no.???): "Do stop shouting, there's a good fellow," said the Doctor, once the Brigadier had finally paused for breath.
Love & Science (First line of first drabble only!): Paradise was too green for him.
This Time Round stories (Still Doctor Who, of course! Oh, how I love the Round, let me count the ways. I must write some more, but the straight Who fic as opposed to intertextuality and being Outside Reality has me busy enough for the moment).
Then Do That Over: First Year Camp: Why a log book for school camp, I hear you ask.
(And this is the complete paragraph, for an example)
I’m still sticking on the whole question of ‘why school?’ and ‘First year camp?’ And how come yesterday my biggest problem was avoiding any more embarrassing cross-dressing incidents during Storytime, while today I woke up to find I’d been a PE teacher at H G Wells for two years?
TDTO Ghosthunting: Have decided to continue with log as it is useful for looking busy in staff room.
Master Test: “Right," snarled the hideous form of the Traken Master. "I've been hearing rumours about you - taking in stray kittens, watching children's television, playing cupid for the Fifth Doctor and who knows what else"
Murder at Mill Cottage: I suppose it all began several months ago, heading for tea-time on a Tuesday, or a Thursday (but definitely not a Wednesday, as that’s when I do my stint at the hospital) when Polly Wright made an appointment to see me.
Plot and Loophole: "And I don't even know why I ended up doing this!" Polly wailed, head down on the table.
TTDO Redefinition: If Alistair had known that his plan to ask out Elizabeth Shaw would
not run as follows:
a) Find out more about Liz
b) Get Jon Doctor out of the way
c) Ask her out
but would, in fact involve trouble even getting from a to b and never actually reach c, he probably would have gone ahead anyway, since he wasn't one to give up easily, but he might have thought twice about it first.
Storytime! Beauty and the Beast: Izzy was in a thoughtful mood.
Storytime! Pride and Prejudice: Izzy had been racking her brains over what to do when she was too busy for storytime or wanted a day off.
Storytime! Gereint and Enid: "What's so difficult about it?" asked Gwen Cooper. "You manage those children with no sweat at all, but when it comes to reading them a
bedtime story -."
Story time! Sequelitis: The Master was contemplating choice of story as he made his by now usual trip to the creche.
A Tale of Two Fashion Houses: The Eighth Doctor looked up as a young, dark-haired girl approached his table.
TARDIS Speculation: "Look at this!" The Second Doctor waved a large paperback book around excitedly.
Other Fandoms (shock horror):
Promises (Dungeons & Dragons): He had that set look on his face as he pressed back against the great door, keeping it shut against the enemy.
Once Upon a Dream (Reworking of Sleeping Beauty): She dreamed.
Calculations (On The Up): It was the beginning of a new day and something of a new era for the Carpenter household, but nothing looked any different to Sam, chauffeur to Tony Carpenter.
The Ingenuity of Edith Artois (or The Nicked Knockwursts Get Nicked Again): Madame Edith Artois hid behind the curtain in the Colonel’s office in the chateau and held her breath as a German soldier searched the room, praying to avoid discovery.
Grief, Observed: There was music playing downstairs.
2. What does this say about me?
Aside, from my first lines aren't all that good? Well, I need to find a new opening next time I do a Storytime!, that's for sure. And Calculations: Oh, dear. Can you see how worried I am about people not knowing the show and giving away unneccessary info in the first line?
But I quite like Storytime! Revolting Rhymes and UNIT: UNfinished and Don't Drink the Water, so that's cheered me up.
This says: next time I open a story it will be a long, descriptive line just to show I can. (Ooh. It will be, actually. The next fic I have lined up has to open with something like: London: shining capital of half the known world (and progress on to sewers).
I should have done this sooner and then I wouldn't have spent all week thinking about opening lines.
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Date: 2009-03-02 06:07 pm (UTC)This Time Round is brilliant madness. I'm not up on all its intricacies, but the basic idea is recording what the Doctor Who characters get up to Outside Reality. This generally involves chaos, confusion, complaints about use of their characters, running jokes, Nyssa killing Adric (a lot) and... *Gives up*.
But people each have their own take, some of which gets carried on by everyone else, some of which remains that author's own 'thing'. But I adore Storytime especially and the world can always use more of it. :-D