- Prompt: Write the opening line to a story based on the photo prompt above. (One sentence only.) You can be poignant, funny, witty, etc.; it is, after all, your story.
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The goddess is universally beautiful, and so her wedding veil must be woven from the very fabric of space-time.
Soul swapping was supposed to be easy, provided you never got the lines crossed.
We were all getting pretty tired of constantly having to untangle the moonlight.
Forming a square with arms held low, physically grasping what developed, Angela led our chant, “Mapmaker, Mapmaker, make me a map, find me the cache.”
The Trans-Dimensional Conversion Device demonstrated at the National Middle School Science Fair brought thunderous acclaim from the judges until the students admitted they didn’t know how to bring their teacher back again.
'Round and around the energy lights goes, where it stops nobody knows," chanted the Children of the Dark Shadow.
"That tickles," said the Time Warp.
The spirits conjured up not one but four humans once again asking the shadows if they now believed in people.
One year after the bombs fell, four young elementals sacrificed their fleeting energy to rebuild our world.
Waves and rounds create your wishes, but beware of the glitches.
As the four believers held the web of the One Great Tarantula and chanted the traditional Spin, Mary heard the unmistakable sound of a thousand spiders crawling toward them.
A week after their acceptance into Heaven, new arrivals realized that even for the blessedly exalted, folding fitted sheets was still close to impossible.
When Jake said they were going on a double date, the others thought dinner, maybe a movie, but raising the dead was far cheaper.
Shared dream weaving was the afternoon’s team building activity, and everything was going splendidly until our newest member’s shadowy secret interrupted the fun.
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