Your Story #142
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 142."
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 nearly 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 men refused to clean so, of course, they all were turned into dish towels.
2. Through the microscope, she could see that the 10 years and one husband she'd sacrificed to her dream of biological microchips had paid off.
3. Approaching the field-testing lab glass doors of the lawn care building, Brisby stopped dead in his tracks as he immediately regretted mixing and applying dangerous chemicals on newly sprouted grass sample pads.
4. The last thing Tom saw before tumbling off the edge of the aerial garden plot was a sign reading, “DEATH OR INJURY MAY OCCUR."
5. Gauging the vast horizon as dark eyes narrow, not being fooled by the colorful grand flourish as the white fog persists down below, a low voice gives out, breaking the automated ancient rolling of the floating squared pathways: "The grass isn't always greener on the other side."
6. The scabs of our planet floated helplessly past our ship, a final message blared over the intercom: "Fight back."
7. "Honey, I think that new fertilizer worked."
8. My pizza squares, baked at 450 degrees for 15 minutes, became weapons capable of killing at 20 yards.
9. "Your tissue culture is clear. Nothing to worry about," I lied, barely masking my glee as I thought about the metamorphosis that was about to ravage her body.
10. Maya's palms sweat as she reviewed the terraform scrolling across her screen, desperately hoping that if she just chose right, this colony would be the one that survived.
11. Millie Petersen’s friends always said that her ultra-colorful hot pads were the coolest items … but would they sell at the Community Craft Fair?
12. As citizens of planetary outpost #507, we knew we couldn't afford to be choosy about our government-issued rations, but if we were honest, we'd say the new foodstuff looked bad and tasted worse.
