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Creative Writing Challenge: Create a silly opening sentence


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Initial post: Apr 25, 2012 6:57:00 AM PDT
This is to be on-the-spot, made up by you (not from a book you wrote, or read). And no self-promotion, please.

So, give us one sentence, something funny-- any genre of fiction you want. The challenge is to create it out of thin air, keep it clean, and amuse us.

I'll start:

Penelope Ashcroft gasped at such a grand birthday gift, a beautiful horse, and admired the lovely wrapping paper.

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 9:56:14 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Apr 25, 2012 9:59:33 AM PDT
Maria's heart fluttered a little, as she noticed his bronze skin and male nipples, and felt her desire spinning out of control.

(got my silly idea from the overused phrases thread)

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 10:29:13 AM PDT
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Posted on Apr 25, 2012 10:29:58 AM PDT
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In reply to an earlier post on Apr 25, 2012 10:49:35 AM PDT
too funny, I actually haven't ran across that one yet (but I tend to avoid romance novels)

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 1:03:58 PM PDT
Lifting her chin and blinking seductively behind rose-tinted glasses she said: "You've got nice eyes, what's your sign?" "Slippery when wet!" I replied.

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 1:30:29 PM PDT
John M. Lane says:
Dressing properly is important, especially if you're the last fat man in America and every security agency in the country is looking for you.

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 3:26:49 PM PDT
Angela Perry says:
Heart fluttering, Jeannette peered more closely at the handsome trapeze artist swinging dangerously through her binoculars.

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 3:58:39 PM PDT
hard to beat :

it was a dark and stormy night.....

In reply to an earlier post on Apr 25, 2012 4:00:21 PM PDT
John M. Lane says:
That's been done, whomper.

In reply to an earlier post on Apr 25, 2012 4:21:36 PM PDT
How he got in her binoculars I'll never know! ((Respects to Groucho)

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 5:53:08 PM PDT
You guys are funny! I'm enjoying these responses.

In reply to an earlier post on Apr 25, 2012 6:26:41 PM PDT
Oh, I thought that smile was just your natural expression!

In reply to an earlier post on Apr 25, 2012 6:47:25 PM PDT
That sardonic smile. :D

In reply to an earlier post on Apr 25, 2012 7:08:54 PM PDT
Ohhhhh, now I get it!

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 10:02:33 PM PDT
Clearly he knew nothing about unicorns, she thought, as she shook her head to dislodge the coat hanging from her horn.

Posted on Apr 25, 2012 10:05:05 PM PDT
Oldog_Oltrix says:
Deep in the virgin forest, in the full moonlight reflected shimmering from the water's surface, the warmth of the fire's glow dried their underwear.

In reply to an earlier post on Apr 26, 2012 4:16:29 AM PDT
"Virgin forest" was an excellent choice of words, ha ha!

Posted on Apr 26, 2012 4:28:18 AM PDT
The noble, stalwart prince sliced through the deadly masses of thorny branches, and when he finally reached the tower bed chamber he discovered that he had indeed received the wrong directions from that blacksmith, that he had mistakenly arrived at the dreaded castle of Chauncey the Troll, who ate handsome men.

In reply to an earlier post on Apr 26, 2012 4:58:24 AM PDT
Oldog_Oltrix says:
@Baron --

I love the mental image of the "Oooops" moment !!!

Posted on Apr 26, 2012 5:03:09 AM PDT
Oldog_Oltrix says:
As I turned my face away from the driving rain, the howling gale blew choking dust into my reddened eyes.

Posted on Apr 26, 2012 5:04:32 AM PDT
Peter Moore says:
She was probably the ugliest woman I had ever seen, however something drew me to her like a moth to the flame.

Posted on Apr 26, 2012 5:07:49 AM PDT
Diana Wilder says:
As he tried to clear a spot where he could sit and do the crossword, George wondered why he expected a tomb to be neat.

Posted on Apr 26, 2012 5:18:40 AM PDT
Oldog_Oltrix says:
When she left the farm for L.A. ten years years before, she swore she would never put her hands on another udder; the vow had been kept, until the light of early dawn on the beach today.

Posted on Apr 26, 2012 5:29:12 AM PDT
bosschester says:
"Where the hell is my other sock, woman?"
She smiled sweetly.
"Shall I ask the nice surgeon to amputate the other one , darling?"
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