Trying something new. (Well, for me.)

[felisblanco]

Know what's the hardest thing to come up with beside titles? First lines. (And last lines but that's another matter.)

So hit me with some good first lines. I want to see what I can do with them.*

No promises of quality or quantity. Probably just end up a few sentences but whatever, might be fun.

(ETA. I'm done! Thanks for playing.]

*Tomorrow

Comments

[twelve_pastels]

By the time Jensen's hair was longer than he was tall, he suspected that there might have been something in the wine that the tall stranger had given him at the ball.

(Who knows what this is? Period romance/fairytale fusion? Drugged out dream? All of the above?)

[felisblanco]

Sighing he brushed his hair for the fourth time that night. He didn't know how girls did it - not that he knew any girls with hair THIS long - because having a ton of hair attached to his head was driving him fucking insane. He'd tripped over it more often than he cared to remember, managed to get it entangled in his zipper when he went to pee (and forget about doing number two!) and every time he sat down his head jerked back from the hair getting caught under his butt. He'd tried braiding it but it ended up in an even worse mess and it took him an hour to untangle it. He'd also tried cutting it off but apparently that only made it grow faster. So now he had a mountain of hair shoved into the biggest plastic bag he could find on top of the mane that just kept growing and growing from his head. (Thankfully whatever was happening only applied to the hair on his head. He really didn't want to think about what he'd do if it started growing like this elsewhere

[twelve_pastels]

Hahhaahaaaaaaaaaaa! Can't stop laughing all day when I read your fic. It's like scooby doo where are you?
I think you can be Rapunzel better than Jensen, with a long long hair & Jensen is going to be the evil witch who will kick you butt you fugly whore.
you think when you write stupid fanfic like that & people licking your ass here because they're sick bastards like you you're a writer. you can clean toilets sweetie, that's your job you fat. I know you're transsexual, I know it & that's not bad.
Screw you & screw all your writings, can't believe you're s pathetic like that to waste your time about stupid men turning to be pretty women in your fics, I wanna puke &pee in your face.
I know you're gonna curse me like a pig, so come on whore curse.
Hugs & kisses honey

[felisblanco]

Hahhaahaaaaaaaaaaa! Can't stop laughing all day when I read your fic. It's like scooby doo where are you? (You should really use a comma before 'where'. Also, Scooby-Doo not scooby doo)
I think you can be Rapunzel better than Jensen, with a long long hair (again, needs a comma and there should be no 'a' there since that would look really weird if I had just one long, long hair) & Jensen is going to be the evil witch who will kick you (that should be your, not you) butt (add comma) you fugly whore.
you (use capital 'Y') think when you write stupid fanfic like that & people licking (lick, not licking) your ass here because they're sick bastards like you (comma here) you're a writer. you (again, capital 'Y') can clean toilets (another comma here) sweetie, that's your job (actually I'm a librarian plus comma needed again) you fat. (Me fat what? Use a noun, like cow perhaps?) I know you're transsexual, I know it & that's not bad. (Although I would love to know what it's like to have a dick I have never actually tried it. Trysexual maybe,

[linnet_melody]

There are three things that Dean knows with absolute certainty: that his dad's the greatest man in the world, that his little brother is the most annoying teenager ever, and that pancake syrup is not the most comfortable of sexual aids.

These took me longer than I expected so just doing one, ok?

[felisblanco]

He shifts in his seat, causing Dad to shoot him another irritated glare.

"You got bugs up your butt, son?"

Dean grits his teeth. "No, sir. Sorry."

Sam sniggers in the backseat and Dean resists the urge to flip his bitch of a brother the finger. The smug smile he catches in the rear view mirror almost makes him regret having cleaned Sammy off before they snuck out of the storage room.

He licks his lips - the taste of syrup still rich and sweet on his tongue - eyes fixed on Sam in the mirror. Then smirks when he sees the flush spreading up to Sam's ears as he awkwardly adjust his jeans.

Almost, yeah, but not quite.

Re: These took me longer than I expected so just doing one, ok?

[linnet_melody]

*laughing* Ohhh, Sammy. Thou shalt not laugh at the uncomfortable-ness of the man who's gonna make you feel good later. For there shall be repercussions!

And hey, no worries about the other prompts. I had a LOT of fun coming up with them and imagining all sorts of things that might have made that first line interesting!

<3

[linnet_melody]

The little origami-bird-thing was staring at him.

[linnet_melody]

"It's called your inseam, and no, you can't deck the fellow."

[linnet_melody]

No matter how he strains, twisting and stretching, panting through his mouth to keep quiet, Bobby can no longer reach the cut off switch.

....okay, I stop now. This was fun!