2019 Day 27 – Opening Line

How did you get on yesterday? Did you write a story?

Remember, set your own rules, and stick to them. If you miss a day, don’t try to catch up. Just keep moving forward!

The Prompt

OPENING LINE: NEVER TELL ANYONE YOUR REAL NAME

Start your story with that line today.

Go!

So how’s it going this week? Are you tired or have you caught your second wind?

Are you desperate to get back to novel-writing? Or have you discovered a new love for the short form?

What parts of this month’s successes will you take forward into your other writing?

9 thoughts on “2019 Day 27 – Opening Line”

    1. ‘client was a handsome old dame, in her forties’ Love it, imagine being a handsome old anything in your 40’s. Well done on the story. I’ve tried to write noir before, and I think you did it well here.

  1. I am a writer submitting to the daily prompt, but I’m not sure where to submit. This seems to be the place.

    You must not know my name
    May 27, 2019

    “You must not know my name.” He said as he handed me the slip of paper and disappeared back into the crowd from which he appeared. The paper he handed me was a simple piece torn from a loose leaf binder, the writing scrawled in simple blue pen.

    It was a simple statement in half cursive half printed handwriting, a simple sentence stating boldly, “You are not who you think you are.”

    My heart began to beat noticeably, pushing forcefully against my rib cage and I struggled to draw a breath. Even with warning from a cryptic text I had received an hour beforehand, I was completely shaken by the whole experience. As an avid reader of espionage thrillers, I now felt as if I had been thrust into the center of one of these plots.

    You are not who you think you are.

    Having spent my life on full tilt gear as a wild cat investor, making deals and pulling off so many creative negotiations, I must admit I’ve lived on the edge most of my life, but now this ripple had become a tsunami in my life. Under the simple sentence was a website. Sitting drinking my daily cup of Starbucks, my laptop open at my favorite table overlooking the river under an oak tree, I felt the urge to access the website. What would it reveal to me? My whole life was lived on my planner, there were appointments and obligations written in the blank spaces of the pages.

    You must not know my name. This simple statement repeatedly echoed in my head. What reason would he have for such anonymity? What reason would any of us have in this age of Orwellian electronic surveillance in keeping secrets? And yet there is this secret at this website. I had an appointment in an hour, so with this brief break, I begin to type the letters into my laptop.

    I hit enter. The screen goes black and blinks black and green. Suddenly a blur of characters scroll across the screen creating an eerie green glow. An artificial voice rises from my speakers. There appears a face. At first it appears as a blur of random characters and then the mouth and eyes form. The black empty space forms between, creating the appearance of eyes that seem to be able to look out at me. What have I done? What have I created? I have so many questions.

    “You are not who you think you are.” The voice speaks.

    “Who am I?” I ask as my hands tremble. I look around. There are all sorts of patrons sitting around me, but they are not paying attention to this dreadful voice speaking to me through my speaker.
    “We have been waiting for you.”

    “For what?” I find myself blurting out.

    “I will guide you on your journey. It will be incredible. You will see things beyond your imagination. It has been ordained.” The face began to disappear. Slowly I closed the lid on my laptop. I would wait for the next visitation. I was sure that it would not be long before this would happen.

  2. Ended up with two versions for this prompt – one tilted towards a mystery, another towards a fantasy. Thanks for the prompt, Julie!

  3. Chose to write about this opening line repeatedly going round in a young girls head as she panicked about leaving the house. A back story emerged and it moved along well but I’m stuck trying yo end it in a convincing way!
    I’m loving short stories but my longest is only 1300. I need to claim more time for my writing.

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