First Lines

[Leisha]

She stood before the nothingess, trembling. What would happen if she just let go and stepped off this cliff, into the mist below? Would she soar without wings? Would she drift on the breeze? Or would she plummet down to meet true oblivion.

She closed her eyes and took a step forward, off the edge.

[mirinda]

I like it Leisha!

[Hilarious Joke]

The edge was sharp, but he was sharper.

[vintagefury]

Gas station coffee bordered on toxic waste, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[ice.monkey]

"Could you pass me the plastic rake," she called from the other side of the trellis fence.

[timelord4]

As well ask the sky about the weather, he thought and turned his face upwards.

[Talysia]

Originally Posted by vintagefury

Gas station coffee bordered on toxic waste, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I love this one, VintageFury!

[Leisha]

Ditto! If that was in a book, I'd pick it up.

[DarkBunni]

In retrospect it proberly wasnt a good Idea to call the bosses wife fat, and yeah, maybe I shouldnt have told those bikers,
(on the way home from being fired)
that they looked like piss head teenager wannabe hells bitches, and maybe, just maybe, I should have just driven away when they began to walk over. But what can I say? I was feeling stupid.

Incedently they hit like piss head teenager wanabe-etc.

author note: not sure what was going through my head here but i hope it makes someone smile

[ice.monkey]

Clinging to the rock like a barnacle, half way up a thousand foot climb, Jack's diarhea kicked in again.

[Tillane]

Harry sat in the Fiesta cafe, drinking their watered-down excuse for coffee and trying desperately to will himself toward sobriety.

[Talysia]

Out of all the books in his library, he liked that one the best: After all, no other book literally gave him the means to enter another world.

[Tillane]

Maya surveyed the devastation around her and wondered idly if her response had been a little too aggressive.

[mirinda]

I was spinning around and around watching the world fly by in a blur. colors, shapes, people running together. Then I stopped and fell to the dirt. Why is it even when I'm not spinning nothing in the world makes sense to me? Why is it even if I'm perfectly still I still feel like I'm on a roller coaster ride that I can't get off? Unfortunatly for me my roller coaster was going to get faster before it stopped.

[Leisha]

You're poems and lines always ring true, Mirinda. I actually had a very similar line in my poem:

I am barely standing
The world is rushing past

Spooky, eh?