Opening Lines Of 1984 Novels & Stories

If you're obedient and a good girl will get a lollipop tomorrow. - Yes, just wake up tomorrow and you will receive it. The black door was already there, waiting for me. - No! - Me remexo - I want to live, I want to live, I want to live. Let me live, let me go - I writhe on the stretcher and in the blink of an eye I had already entered through the black door. - The starting dose is low for this one, it needs to be regulated. - I feel my head being stroked.

He would have to think on that one some more. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the normal sights and sounds that, for a few minutes earlier, he thought he would never see again. A sharp pain went through his arm, reminding him that he was still there and the pain medication was wearing off. He walked in, and Haven followed, looking around at the place with a soft smile.

One final line appears beneath the others. "The Leviathan King awakens."

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

“Then the endgame begins.” “Exactly.” I hung up. The pieces were moving. The blood was warming. And the first crack in the Petrov throne had already split. I smiled into the dark, whispering the words like a spell: “Let them burn.”

And the prisoner whispered one horrifying sentence. Too late. Because the words were: "THE DOOR OPENS." And somewhere beyond the stars— Something answered.

He narrowly avoids being pinned. He yells something that sounds like a prayer mixed with a curse. I don’t care. I’m seeing red. Beautiful, liberated red. I ram the gate again, harder. Metal screeches. Another dent blooms like a bruise. The guard is frozen, horrified. I lower the window once more, leaning out slightly. “Well?” I call sweetly. “Still not opening it?” Marcus pops to his feet, wild-eyed. “OPEN THE GATES! GODDAMN IT!”

“No other person is coming. This is not a plea—it is an order.” Morning breaks, pale light spilling across the .surrounding . The air smells of frost the silence thick with anticipation. As the supply doors creak open, we attack the guard. I grip Nyvrae’s arm, and together with Thyra we surge forward. The door slams behind us, and the world opens wide—freedom, finally, after the confinement of grief and fear. Our hearts hammer in unison as we break into a run, the wind slicing across our faces. Every step feels like a drumbeat of war. But relief is short-lived. Up ahead, a figure emerges from the tree line. Then another. And another.

“You too.” When the doors opened, we stepped out separately. Outside, sirens wailed in the distance. Whoever this person was had drawn the first line. And I intended to finish it.