First Lines To Novels We Won't Ever Finish Writing

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First Lines To Novels We Won't Ever Finish Writing

Or might if only we had more hours in the day...


With a lilt in his step and a song in his heart, Zachary strolled onto campus eager to start his first accounting class of the semester.

Timothy was a dragon-slayer at heart. He could feel his intensity boiling his blood. He glanced down at the twelve-sided die. "You have taunted me for the last time," he muttered under his breath.
("One day, one day...")


James had always wanted to fly.


Beth was bored with her life. She figured the only thing possibly more boring than her life would be reading a book about it.


Milton had never even dreamed of being a mushroom farmer until the day a mysterious stranger arrived in his village.


"Actually, no, I'd rather stay here in the nursery," Wendy said to Peter.
("Well, fine then. Here's your thimble back.")


It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be ready to mingle!
("Another shot of tequila, Mr. Darcy?")


It was the best of times. No, seriously, the best. The best ever.
(A Tale of Two Valley Suburbs)


Call me Bob.
(Ok, Bob.)


Even though he was phenomenally wealthy, had a beautiful wife and two children, and had successfully cured all forms of cancer, Dr. Tucker couldn't help but feel like there was more to life.