First Line Friday- Into the night

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It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Your line for this week is:

He laid awake and said the name into the night

The wind echoed the whispers and scattered them in all directions

In vain he listened and wished there was a reply

The tears soaked his pillow and dried on his cheeks

Morning brought a strange kind of calm, a certainty

That she will return, his message had been delivered

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First Line Friday: May 22nd, 2020

Dylan Hughes is the host of First Line Friday

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It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Below, I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest. This prompt alternates with Jim’s Music Prompts, so make sure to check back next Friday for some musical inspiration.

I’ll provide the first line, you get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure are completely up to you. Feel free to modify the line as you see fit, adding punctuation, quotes, or other bits if so desired. No need to tie it to the picture, unless you want to.

Or for more of a challenge, change nothing. You have a week to write it, enjoy!

Include the first line of course! Tag it Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays, and short fiction. Create a link (ping-back) to this post and add your link to Mister Linky below.

Your line for this week is:

“Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.

And you’ll look back on it with mixed feelings of relief and disbelief.”

“Enough of that Derik, I am feeling starved and you’re making jokes. If it weren’t for Annabel’s wedding in the fall, I would never torture myself with this impossible diet. But I don’t want to attend my best friend’s wedding looking like I still am seven month pregnant!”

“As I said, your crazy diet will be over after the wedding”

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First Line Friday: April 24th, 2020

Dylan Hughes is the host of First Line Friday

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It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Your line for this week is:

Was that a knock?

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Was that a knock? It was strange. Who would be v knocking at the cottage door in the middle of the wilderness?

He put his food plate on the table and walked over to the door. Opening it a bit he looked outside. There was an old man dressed in strange clothes. ” Can I come in? I am looking for a kind soul to give me shelter and some food “

Gareth stepped aside. The man came in. He shared food and the roof with him. They had a little conversation and went to sleep.

When Gareth woke up the man was gone, but had left behind his knapsack. Gareth thought that he had stepped out for a while but when he hadn’t come back till nightfall, he took a peek into the knapsack. It had a bag of gold coins in it. There was a note written on a crumpled piece of paper.

“Thank you for trusting and feeding me. A little thank you for you”

A good deed never goes unrewarded!

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First Line Friday: March 27th, 2020

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It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Your line for this week is:

Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea.

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Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea, to him sea was home. He had long ago forgotten his original home. The one where he was born and lived with his parents and siblings before he joined the navy. It seemed a lifetime ago. After thirty-five years in navy, and another fifteen as the captain of a cruise ship, he could not even visualize living on land. But this was now going to be his future. He was retiring and the little hut he had bought would be his home now. He was glad that it was near the coast, not far from the rolling and roaring sea waves.

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First Line Friday: February 28th, 2019

Dylan Hughes is the host of First Line Friday

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It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Your line for this week is:

Everyone breathed easier at the first signs of spring.

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Everyone breathed easier at the first signs of spring. The creatures and the plant life all were ready for the new cycle of life to start. It was a hard and long winter this year and it was with a lot of jubilation that coming of spring was greeted with!

Snowdrops pushed through the hard soil bravely and were happy to see that the forest trees were turning green with tiny buds. Birds and animals alike were overcome with the joy of the new season!

~*~*~*~

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First Line Friday: December 20th, 2019

Dylan Hughes is the host of First Line Friday

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It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Your line for this week is:

“That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen.” 

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“That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen,” the comment accompanied by a shrill laugh told her before she turned around, who had uttered this nasty remark. It had to be her cousin Meena! They were almost the same age and had grown up virtually like sisters. And just like some real sisters, Meena had shown her jealousy towards her ever since they had turned into adults.

But today she, Millie has the upper hand. She smiled a sweet smile and said “I will tell your mother, aunt Mel, that you liked this gift from her so much that you want one just like it “

And walked away before Meena could come back with a smart rejoinder.

~*~

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First Line Friday: December 6th, 2019 – Lucky escape

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It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Your line for this week is:

A crack like a gunshot pierced the frozen air and the ice broke. 

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A crack like a gunshot pierced the frozen air and the ice broke. The skier looked apprehensively towards the peaks above her. All of her worst fears were confirmed. A huge plume of the snowy white stream was in the air and under it, hurling rapidly was the snow avalanche.

She zigged zagged trying to build up the speed and also to steer away from the path of the avalanche. The frozen lake lay directly ahead and she started praying that she would cross it before the surface of the lake was struck by the weight of the snow hurtling towards it. Who knew if it would hold or break under the weight of the tones of snow. Freezing to death in the water of the lake was even worse than being buried under an enormous amount of snow. She maneuvered herself towards the right bank of the lake and just made it out of the way of the snow, as the avalanche buried everything just to her left.

She was indeed very lucky to be alive to tell the story of her escape from the avalanche.

~*~

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First Line Fridays -Lucky escape

Dylan Hughes is the host of First line Friday

It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Include the first line of course!

Your line for this week is:

Eden saw doubt in their trembling smiles, they never expected her to recover. It was really a miracle. A fall from the long winding staircase and taking multiple tumbles, she had landed at the bottom of the steps in an unconscious heap. The doctor was summoned for a check up. He wanted to keep her under observation for a night in the hospital. But Sophie insisted that she was okay and requested for a discharge. As soon as she was able to, she’s walked out of the hospital and disappeared into the night.

She had to disappear to survive. Otherwise they would try to kill her again.

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First Line Friday: November 8th, 2019

Dylan is the host of First Line Friday.

stjohnsbridgeIt is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Below, I give you the first line, and you all get to write the rest.

Your line for this week is:

“Never burn a bridge you could push them off later.”

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“Never burn a bridge you could push them off later” these words of his father echoed in his ears as he crossed the bridge and stepped on the other side. He was starting a new chapter in his life. Burning bridges would be an accurate description of this move. He had quit his job, sold his house and car and was moving bag and baggage to a new country. His wife didn’t think that it was the right decision but she loved him and was waiting for him to settle in his new job before joining him. He wondered how the people who had made fun of his decision would react when they will find out the lucrative salary and perks he was being given here. Maybe they will want favors from him, maybe they would want him to look for similar opportunities for them too, he thought. That would be what his father meant, that he could push those selfish people off the bridge of friendship.

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MLMM- First Line Friday: October 25th, 2019

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He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice. He wasn’t expecting a warm reception. In fact, he thought nobody would have noticed that he was gone. But to his surprise, the entire village welcomed him back. The elders were gathered in a circle around the blazing fire and he was clasped in a warm embrace by the village chief. He was confused as he hadn’t been a favorite of the clan before he had gone up the mountains and this way of welcoming him was pretty unusual, to say the least.

Soon after the sumptuous meal, the chief led him to his hut and said in a confidential tone, ” We are happy that we were told about your coming in advance”

Lawrence was more confused than ever. ” You were?”

“Yes, the soothsayer had told us that our savior will be coming down from the mountains soon. He told us that this savior will save us not only from the armies of the North but also from the loss of life we face every winter” he added in a show of confidence ” I am glad it’s you, Lawrence, you are one of us and your father was the sage”

Lawrence couldn’t trust himself to respond to the chief in anything by monosyllabic replies. His mind was frantically searching for something to say, something which wouldn’t sound ignorant and foolish.

The chief said as if he knew what was going through his mind; ” You don’t need to tell us the plan now. We will wait till you’re ready to share it with us”

He left Lawrence to rest in a hut specially prepared with all the luxuries the village boasted of. At the dead of the night, Lawrence was all prepared to flee the village because he was very sure that he wasn’t the person the soothsayer had portended about. But as he peeked out of the door of the cottage, he found the tall and well-armed guard the chief had provided for his security, guarding the hut.

Lawrence came back and sat on the cot to think about how to get out of this mess.

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The Prompt;

It is First Line Friday! Welcome and let’s get writing.

Your line for this week is:

He came down from the mountains as autumn aged, before the paths could pile with snow and the bridges bowed with ice.

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