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JAMESBJOHNSON
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Opening sentences must strike the reader as messages in bottles, and compel the same amount of attention.
RANDOMLY SELECTED LIT SENTENCES.
The waters around the small tree-covered island, jutting proudly from the calm sea, were dangerous.
Most girls are grossed out by graveyards.
The story of my life so far has been as unremarkable and commonplace as my married name - Smith.
The rising sun foretold the heat it would bring this day as it reflected off the shallow streams of the once mighty Platte River.
To recap.
I'm sitting at a drawing board in a musty classroom, inhaling charcoal dust and acrylic paint and the emanations of tobacco-soaked pea coats.
I'm making spaghetti for dinner.
She checked her instructions carefully for at least the tenth time in the last half an hour, the printed sheet now crumpled from repeated folding and unfolding, Number 17 Naysmith drive, left out of the station, down Arkwright street for three hundred yards and turn left at the Red Lion into Merethorpe Gardens and then second left.
EXAMPLES FROM LITERATURE.
“‘Take my camel, dear,’ said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass
The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children’s games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
Justice? —
You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
There was a desert wind blowing that night.
In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board
We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife
RANDOMLY SELECTED LIT SENTENCES.
The waters around the small tree-covered island, jutting proudly from the calm sea, were dangerous.
Most girls are grossed out by graveyards.
The story of my life so far has been as unremarkable and commonplace as my married name - Smith.
The rising sun foretold the heat it would bring this day as it reflected off the shallow streams of the once mighty Platte River.
To recap.
I'm sitting at a drawing board in a musty classroom, inhaling charcoal dust and acrylic paint and the emanations of tobacco-soaked pea coats.
I'm making spaghetti for dinner.
She checked her instructions carefully for at least the tenth time in the last half an hour, the printed sheet now crumpled from repeated folding and unfolding, Number 17 Naysmith drive, left out of the station, down Arkwright street for three hundred yards and turn left at the Red Lion into Merethorpe Gardens and then second left.
EXAMPLES FROM LITERATURE.
“‘Take my camel, dear,’ said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass
The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children’s games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
Justice? —
You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
There was a desert wind blowing that night.
In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board
We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife
