You are a novelist and have just begun to write your next book. Please complete the first paragraph (or page) of your novel, using one of these first sentences or one of your own creation.
“It was a dark and stormy night…” or
“I hear a loud scream outside my window…” or
“What can you say when the world around you seems to be dying…” or
“The landscape was brown and dry, void of any redeeming features…” or
“As I turned the corner, I saw the person who saved my life ten years ago…” or
“The last time I was in…”
It was a dark and stormy night, and my plan was hastily falling apart. The rain fell in sheets upon my black BMW, wherein I remained pensively. I held it in my hands, carefully weighing my options. I had waited for so long; almost too long it seemed, for a night like this. She was at home and alone, an exceptional case for this twenty-two year old socialite. I put it back in my coat pocket. Maybe this is too excessive, I wondered. Had I really thought this through? I collected my thoughts and rationalized to my bothersome conscience. I had bought it and brought it, I must have been thinking clearly. I removed my sunglasses, a superfluous accessory given the weather, and wiped the sweat from my brow. Having grown nervous, I regained my valor. Cracking open the door of my car I tapped my sole to the concrete. I winced as the inside lights of my car cheerily illuminated, ignorant to my reluctance. I tipped my hat and stepped out of my solitude and into the cruel rain. The gravel footpath echoed my uneasiness as it shook beneath my dragging feet. Twenty paces later I had reached the dry spot underneath the porch overhang. I turned my back to the door and took it out of my pocket. I flipped it open and watched it gleam as the porch light bounced off. Taking one step into the rain I returned the ring to its hiding place. I wondered if she would have ever accepted. I wondered if she had ever wanted to marry me anyway. “Scott?” I heard the door open and she stepped out into the rain.