Wickeds and friends, add your opening lines for the following picture.
Jessie: t wasn’t until after he had pushed the vehicle down into the ravine that he realized the flaw in his plan. He should have painted it green if he wanted it to disappear in amongst the lush growth.
Julie: The car was there. Now where was the passenger? The feeling of a gun in her back gave her the answer.
Barb: A giant, ghostly baby-skull looked out at him through the windshield. Cuidado, indeed.
Sherry: I told him the sign said, “slippery when wet,” but would he listen? The car careened down the ravine like we were on the world’s worst carnival ride. It’s the last ride he’d ever take. I made sure of that.
Edith/Maddie: I had no choice. After she helped me drag the body out of the Jeep, she had to die, too. They’ll both decompose in days in that rich wet soil where everything grows – especially voracious insects.
Readers: Add your opening line!
It was good while it lasted, he had to go.
Love it.
No, No, No. Go this way he said. But I’ve already run over two snakes, a guy that looks like Tarzan and I still don’t see a damn Starbucks!
Ha!
The archeologists left their jeep, grabbed their gear, and began their trek through the jungle, following the overgrown path the LIDAR had shown. (Been watching alot of National Geographic shows lol!)
I had to look up LIDAR!
Unable to read the sign to know there was no turn offs on this back country road, he was not able to conceal himself within the brush, making him stand out like a big, ripe blueberry being sought after by a ravenous bird.
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Nice one, Kay!
The lush jungle would consume the body in no time. The Jeep would take a little longer.
Perfect, Liz.
Go to Puerto Rico, they said. You’ll love it, they said. I fought the wheel to keep the skidding car between the tropical overgrowth and knock off the boa decorating the hood.
Perfect!
The last thing I expected to see when I turned the corner was that Jeep. I thought it was out of my life forever. Someone knew my secret. But who? And what did they want?
I love it, Mark.
Cuidado? I really have to learn some Spanish.
It can mean, “take care,” but also, “Caution!”
Love these lines! I wish I had one!
We are happy to supply them, Doris.
The irony was not lost on me. I was stuck hiding in the jungle on the worst stakeout ever. Snakes. Spiders. A partner with cheap cologne and no coffee. Caution my arse. I was going to die of boredom.
LOL – love it!
I know what cuidado means, but character speaking didn’t.
“I’ll handle all the plans,” he said. “This will be the best second honeymoon, ever!” he said. As it turns out, his plans for a tour of the jungles of Costa Rica fit my plans, perfectly. With all this tangled vegetation and undergrowth, not to mention wild animals searching for afternoon “snacks”, his body may never be found. Now, to contact Hans, my lover, with the good news.
Oops, sorry, this all happened in Puerto Rico! Who cares when you’re having fun, right?