Create a groan-inducing opening to a novel

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Be inventive and come up with your own opening sentence for a novel. Have fun.


Reaching for his well-worn mauve slippers Adrian Merryweather staggered from the stained, unmade bed to the window where a battered moth fluttered disconsolately against the dusty, cracked pane against which drops of rain left little clean rivulets to run down the sill and drip onto the dead branches of the tree below.

lol. Adrian Merryweather. I hate him already.

As she watched the new servant struggling to secure her horse's bridle, the young deb Fifi LaBeau stamped her foot impatiently, causing her perfect golden ringlets to bounce prettily.

These are great!

I got there just in time, quick enough to plonk my arse onto the toilet seat. An almighty roar erupted from stomach, echoing through the bathroom and bouncing off the smooth tiled walls. "Oh, God," I groaned, "Here it comes."

And the adventure began.

Suddenly, and without any warning, Adrian was awakened by a loud sound, drawing him unwillingly from the nightmare he was having that was better than his real life and making him remember how he needed to repair the roof that day.

The night was moist.

A clock chimed, a bird twittered, a leaf fluttered at his feet, his stomach told him he was hungry, but his despondency gripped him with an iron glove.

Jack Archer, maverick detective, stood glaring at the grotesque blob of donuts and bacon grease that was the superintendent of police before throwing his badge and gun on the desk and stalking out the door.

"Who is John Galt?"

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Soumerset was a palacial palace, filled with mystery, mystique and murder masterminded by a maniacal mechanic named Mike Miffro.

Stella was bored with the boys at her high school. "Why can't they be more interesting?" she pondered. "And hot. And cool. And maybe sparkly. And vampires."

Stella never got her groove. She was fired from her corporate job in the city because she overstayed her visa in Jamaica. She eyes a 7-11 with a bunch of young motorcycle punks hanging out. One whistles, and spits tobacco juice. Stella now finds she wants that fella......

Adrian was a dark and stormy knight. As he went to raise his lance he realized he had stayed out in the rain a bit too long. "Bloody weather", he cursed.

Call me "Fishmeal"- because I set out to be in Moby Dick, but ended up in Jaws.

Henry Hicks was walking along his local High Street, or maybe he wasn't, for some weeks previously Dr. Emptybonce had diagnosed him with Dissociative Fugue Disorder.

Milissa awoke early as usual, drank coffee in bed, as usual, wrote for an hour in her journal, which was occasionally usual, and after that, her day became a bit more unusual.