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What started out as a pastime soon turned into a hobby that turned into a passion until it eventually became a necessity. Reading is a need so beautiful that I feel I must write about it every day.
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Showing posts with label morning. Show all posts

Thursday, 12 September 2013

My terrible first line

I've had an extremely unproductive summer and I'll admit I did absolutely nothing worthwhile with my time but hey, I'm back home and here nobody expects me to put myself to any good use when I'm off for vacations.Since I wouldn't want to break my lazy spell by actually writing something, here's a list of the funniest first lines ever written that made my morning! 33 Of The Most Hilariously Terrible First Sentences In Literature History

I'm also down with a terrible flu but this made me feel SO much better! Its just Horrilarious! (a term used to define something which is equal parts horrifying and hilarious). Thank me later for giving you a new word. 

This list actually inspired me to write something myself.  Here's my attempt at a terrible first line: 
As she lay in a pool of crumpled tissues each one lined with snot, she looked up to her computer screen, the blank whiteness tingled her senses like nose hair right before a sneeze and in that sudden moment of epiphany, she knew. Her writing the greatest novel was as inevitable as a colony of bacteria on a beef steak at room temperature! 
How do you like me now!? 

P.S. Please ignore me. It's the meds talking

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Each person has a story to tell

One of the favorite things about going to a college that was 45 minutes away from my home was the ride. Each morning, I'd see different faces on the sidewalks, bus stops, at signals and in rushing automobiles. People standing impatiently at a bus stop raising their wrists to view the watch that seems to tick just a little faster in the morning and looking out for their ride, dads grabbing the hand of their children all clad in neatly pressed uniforms rushing across the street to put them safely in their vans, beggars- the same ones, everyday asking for money in the same way at the same signals, all week long.

I look at these people and think what's there story? I ache to know sometimes. If each person I see on the street every morning decided to pen down their story, imagine what an exciting world would it become! For I know for a fact that everybody has a story...it's just waiting to be written. 


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