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- Prompt: Write the opening line (25 words or fewer) to a story based on the photo prompt above. You can be poignant, funny, witty, etc.; it is, after all, your story.
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Entry Deadline: CLOSED
WD editors and readers selected the following 10 winners.
1. Flashy-flashy, the repeating teal lights drew the dark spirit's essence to our world as nothing had before, or since. —Mitchell Phoenix
2. Keen to visit Earth’s red-light districts, Thargax sped from Neptune; he knew he’d soon be in the throes of Earth-girl passion—in Provo. —Robert Markle
3. While en-route to the Quickstop for Misty 120s, and just as her tongue fished out the cocktail olive, they popped the cherries on Mamaw's Eldorado. —Colby Knapp
4. It wasn't uncommon to witness a body, sealed in a black bag, wheeled out on a gurney from Kelton Plaza Apartments, but when it's your body that's different. —Jeanna Cunninghan
5. "The name’s Grégoire,” the apparition in the rearview mirror insisted as we hurled through the cerulean night, “and we’ve got to get out of here.” —Patricia Walsh
6. Harper and Colby were inseparable, until that foggy night Jax rolled into town with his charm and stolen cop car. —Angela Litterio Hastings
7. (Tie) Driving through the city, I glimpsed through the rear view mirror, my deaf toddler signing to her imaginary friend, “Lights loud!” —Nita Talbot
7. (Tie) My radio was shattered, I was bleeding from two open wounds, and all I could think about were fishnet stockings and pouty lips. —Janice Shanahan
9. The light blue, his uniform blue, his eyes blue; judge says I’m the guilty one, he’s just lucky it was not a blue moon. —Gina McCrea
9. The night yawned, and while every vice conceivable glistened seductively in its maw, its bared fangs flashed blue and red; lures always had their hooks. —Bryan Graham