Opening line contest
Thursday, May 14, 2009 at 12:17PM ;)
While playing cards with my good friends Bobbi and Rus, Rus noticed that I always led with hearts. He mentioned this and someone replied, "She always leads with her heart." Rus jokingly bet me that I couldn't use that line as the opening sentence of a novel and have it make sense. Not only did I use it, I made it important to the story. What novel was it?
The River. "She always leads with her heart," a voice croaked.
Opening line contest details:
In the spirit of fun and because I love a good challenge, I invite you to submit a single sentence as an opening line to a thriller I plan to write in 2010. I won't tell you anything about the story.
By leaving a sentence here, you are giving me permission to use it in this novel if you are selected as the winner. I will credit you, so please leave your name and email address too. I won't be judging this contest for a while, so feel free to enter as often as you like.
The winner will receive a credit or acknowledgement in my novel and a free signed copy of the book once it's published (a few years from now).
Only entries left here in the comments will qualify.
Reader Comments (27)
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