My Very Best Pick Up Lines
Life or death. Fame or failure. To read more or move on. If a story does not have a compelling opening, or pick up line, it will languish, forever, unlamented. And the author will ponder dark thoughts, listening to the voices.
I have concentrated on my own openings. I still cringe at doing them. I feel like I am…somehow…cheating. It is like I am standing up on a table and…well…attracting attention with a hey-look-at-me move.
I would love to know what you think of them, and whether they move you, in any way, to read any of them.
What do you think?
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“The Inn of Serene Dreams. Down on the docks. Men ease swords in scabbards at sudden movements. Women fear black iron.”
“Jamie giggled so hard she nearly peed her panties. She looked out the window. “Okay, your—“
“A slender shadow slipped into shimmering silks and opened the door. “Tell Sir Ad Gar, the Count breaths—-”
“A breeze caresses your cheek. You imagine his touch. Alone, walking up the path, you expect, somehow, to see him. The men bid their final greeting. The machines are still. He walks among them no more.”
“The first day, Pahutapa led the way. The day grew colder. Upon reaching the snow, Yon’kee’jon’s horse broke trail. She followed, afoot. She pondered her reception, refusing hope.”