Wickeds, add an opening line to the photo below. Readers, add yours in the comments!
Jessie: Lyle’s heart hammered in his chest as he waited to see if anyone besides his own mother would recognize the sketch artist rendering of him in the national paper.
Sherry: The sniper’s hands shook as he realized his shot was way out of line. The red dot wasn’t lined up. If he didn’t complete the job he’d be the one dodging red dots.
Liz: Paul dreaded reading the name he knew he would see in the top story of today’s paper. Prolonging the inevitable, he smoked one last cigarette before he could face making the simple move to open the box and unleash the dreaded news.
Edith/Maddie: My heart nearly stopped. I hadn’t seen him for the entire decade he’d been incarcerated, and now he was free. But not for long, not if I had anything to do with it.
Barb: “Hey, you! What’s the news?”
Julie: The Doctor wasn’t convinced of the size of the new tardis, but he tried to have faith. His new assistant was determined to guard it, so he set out in search of Mrs. Christie who was most definitely out of her time, and wreaking havoc as only she could.
It’s mine, all mine.
Ha! Love it!
It’s mine, all mine.
“I’m telling you, there’s more to life than what’s in the news. So TGIF everyone!”
I have to say LOOOVE the Doctor Who reference.
I thought it was brilliant too!
OMG. It took me a minute.
The heist was about to go off as planned, but Jack didn’t want to make it too obvious. “If I hang out here, the cops won’t suspect a thing,” his naive criminal mind told him.
That is where my mind went, too!
Joe had been inside so long, he hadn’t realized most people read newspapers online these days. Instead of blending in with the crowd, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
The stub of the cigarette heated my index finger. Somethins wrong. The guy shoulda been here by now. What kinda patsy do they take me for?
I gotta say, these were wonderful. I laughed, I puzzled, I even held my breath! Nice job, ladies of mystery!
They are fun! I love the ones in the comments too!
He’d been waiting for an hour and his backpack felt heavier than ever. Would she come? This was the corner and she said she’d be here at 11:00, but it was almost midnight. Would she come?
Great opening line! I don’t think she shows up.
I was getting tired of sitting on the newspaper boxes. When was that man coming home? I wanted to get this over with. It was past my bedtime.
Oh, I love it and I’m wondering what he wants to get over with!
If I sit here long enough, I can keep them from buying the newspaper. Then they’ll never find out what I did.
If only he’d thought about the newspapers for sale just down the street.
Ha! Love it!
One last puff on the ciggie, then I’ll use these boxes to help vault over the fence. Then I’m gone.
These damned boxes were uncomfortable, he thought. No wonder they’re here for the trash pickup!
“No, my name is not Horton and I am NOT trying to hatch an egg! Now get out of here kid, I’m waiting for someone.”
Vinny waited for the newspapers to come, anxious to see if he finally make it onto the Top Ten Most Wanted list,
Laughing — great one!
Sherry, I hadn’t even SEEN the red dot until I read your lines!
It’s interesting what we see and what we don’t!
Joey was down to his last cigarette as he waited for the delivery girl to bring the day’s paper. Had anyone noticed that Gwen hadn’t appeared on Fallacious last night?
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