Your Story #136
Write the opening line to a story based on the photo prompt below. (One sentence only.) You can be poignant, funny, witty, etc.; it is, after all, your story.
Prompt: Write the opening line to a story based on the photo prompt below. (One sentence only.) You can be poignant, funny, witty, etc.; it is, after all, your story.
Email your submission to yourstorycontest@aimmedia.com with the subject line "Your Story 136."
No attachments, please. Include your name and mailing address. Entries without a name or mailing address will be disqualified.
Unfortunately, we cannot respond to every entry we receive due to volume. No confirmation emails will be sent out to confirm receipt of submission. But be assured all submissions received before the entry deadline are considered carefully.
Entry Deadline: CLOSED.
Out of over 100 entries, WD editors chose the following 12 finalists. Vote for your favorite using the comments section at the bottom of the page.
1. The world was vastly brighter than I remembered, with hues of rich greens climbing upwards, turning into shades of yellow until mixing.
2. The bamboo swayed and swished as if breathing, releasing the all too familiar stench of raw sewage and decaying bodies.
3. The last thing Jen remembered was leaving her hotel room in Chicago, but she woke up with a pounding headache on the floor of a Japanese bamboo grove.
4. Why am I the only one who looks up and wonders what that blue thing is just beyond our Green Canopy?
5. Flat on his back, breath ragged from the fall, eyes fixed on the towering bamboo above, the angel listened to the silence of a world consumed in its own oblivion, too unready and unwilling to be saved.
6. With both wrists zip-tied to the unyielding bamboo, and with no way to signal the rescue plane roaring past overhead, Roger Mallory dropped his head to his bloodied chest and wept.
7. Here were enough trunks here to build the ark exactly as instructed, if only he had an axe and more time.
8. At least they’re safe, she thought, her vision fading as the last of her life seeped from the jagged bullet wound in her back into the cold, mossy floor of the bamboo grove.
9. Guiseppi picks up his chisel to carve the magic flute, the only thing that will free him from his debt.
10. If only they were needles, but no, it's me, in a recovery from hell, surrounded by green spears.
11. “So, the shrink ray works,” my assistant says, glowering at me from behind her large, round glasses, as gigantic green stocks loom above us.
12. “Whoa, talk about false advertising!” Daniel exclaimed as he peered up at the obstructed sky, his grip tightening around the can of Weedbuster.
