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Oh, come on, nowww. I was originally thinking one (1) sentence but I can see how my "opening lines" could be taken out of context. Still, let's stick to one sentence per. Unless it's something like "BANG!!! He awoke to death." Which we won't quibble over it being one or two sentences. BTW, the "He came out of the earth, hating" line is super and I do not recognize it. | ||||
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The dog ate my homework. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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The first concussion cut the rocket up the side with a giant can opener. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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"Kaliedescope" Yeah, I got one! | ||||
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Nice work teach, you get an apple. Here's another, this is fun. The sundials were tumbled into white pebbles. The birds of the air now flew in ancient skies of rock and sand, buried, their songs stopped. Not sure, but so far every story I have randomly opened has a spectacular opening line. This guy is really good you all, possibly the best... She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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The Blue Bottle? "Live Forever!" | ||||
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Douglas Spaulding will be dismissed early tomorrow and will be excused from cleaning the blackboard for correctly answering... She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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Well it's Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. So far, this is what we have. 1.)"The carnival had come to town like an October wind, like a dark bat flying over the cold lake, bones rattling in the night, mourning, sighing, whispering up the tents in the dark rain." 2.)"It was a day of holocausts, cataclysms, tornadoes, earthquakes, blackouts, mass murders, eruptions, and miscellaneous dooms, at the peak of which the sun swallowed the earth and the stars vanished." 3.)"It was a pleasure to burn." 4.)"The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm." 5.)"He came out of the earth, hating" 6.)"The first concussion cut the rocket up the side with a giant can opener." 7.)"The sundials were tumbled into white pebbles. The birds of the air now flew in ancient skies of rock and sand, buried, their songs stopped." | ||||
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Nards is from the original story that spawned Something Wicked, I think its called Dark Carnival. I wish I had a copy of that same titled book by the way, it's high dollar now. I haven't found your's yet grass about Halocausts and blackouts, working on it.... In the meantime, I stumbled across this in a book of dark collections. I got it from work and didn't even know there was a Bradbury story in it. This has happened to me several times. "On an otherwise ordinary evening in May, a week before his twenty-ninth birthday, Jonathen Hughes met hist fate, commuting from another time, another year, another life." She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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I have notes on all of these quotes, but I'm at work now and I left my notes at home. Rats! | ||||
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rocket: Mine was, original title, 'Black Ferris'. | ||||
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Robo, Is that from "A Touch Of Petulance". Sounds like it. Dude meets himself on a train or a bus, Heinlein style. | ||||
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Nard, thanks. I misremembered that. Somewhere I have a book of collected science fiction stories with that in it. I seem to recall the boy's names being different or something. Grass, that's right. It is a very short story but still very creepy. I think it is his fate that he meets. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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Grass & others, Ray also is fantastic at finishing a story, like you know the story is over but not, if that makes sense. A shadow flickered over Mr. McClean's hot face. Many shadows flickered. The vultures were dropping down the blazing sky. "A cup of tea?" asked Wendy in the silence. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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Yah. You can’t read something like that without realizing just how “fantastic” he really is. | ||||
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