Take a random book and begin your story with the last line of that story
You could pick the first book you see from your bookshelf. You could throw a dart at a stack of books and use whichever one is lands on. What about asking a stranger to let you write down the last line of the book they reading?
The soldier who didn’t shoot Hitler
I can feel my sore wrist from the backfire of the gun I had fired so many times, the warmth and feeling gone from my fingertips, my ears, lips, toes, almost everywhere. I just wanted to go home, a sudden warm line slowly trails down my cheek, over a cut from the snow shooting past, I feel the sting as it stays and freezes up, oh how the boys would laugh if they saw me crying. My arm is raised as ...
The wide Sargasso Sea
But I shielded it with my hand and it burned up again to light me along the dark passage. I had no idea how long I’d been here in the underground. It can’t have been too long if my candle still burned; but time had stretched and warped and flowed out of recognition. Drafts flickered the flame which I had to keep protecting, tantalisingly hinting of escape to back above ground, but looking fo...
He loved big brother
He patted his shoulder and smiled. The look on his face gave him a sigh of relief. The last statement he made was, ‘ don’t worry, Gideon. Everything is gonna be ok’.
Prince was the elderly brother of Gideon. They had lived inseparable for years after the tragic death of their parents. They had no one to lean on from their youthful age so they served as each other’s companion. Gideon was a weak...
After the three pigs
The wolf was not happy. His cousin AJ was wrapping him in bandages his orange fur bristling with anger. “Honestly Reg, I don’t like these pigs your describing. In Africa they’d be outcasts but I digress”.
The cousins talked more and the more they talked the more AJ’s mind built a strategy to take the pigs down.
The wolf and the lion walked up to the straw house. Reginald looked at AJ with desper...