Story First Line Generator Novels & Stories

Between writing a story and teaching the alphabet. The Astropheles seemed to hum in agreement, its story-heart brightening. It understood. “What’s the first sentence?” I asked, my heart pounding. Lina closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind, sifting through the panic and the hope of a newly freed universe. She was searching for the common thread, the one piece of shared truth that could serve as a foundation. She found it. Her eyes snapped open. “It’s not a sentence. It’s a question.”

I pause what I'm watching and hurriedly open the email I receive. Hi Maria Isabella Monedero, It's Jaime, your editor from Story & Life. Kindly save my number, I tried to call you, but you dropped it. So if you can't take my calls, it's okay. Tomorrow will be the start of the training. It would be best to create a new short story with a ten thousand word count for your first review, and the deadline is tomorrow at 6 pm. Take note that you can't use your previous works as your first review. No scores will be deducted, and this will be your first test. The genre is Romance.

The inciting incident is a trigger. So don't start your story with an ordinary morning when your main character was eight and heard the wisest line they ever got from their grandpa that influenced their whole life, and then jump to "ten years later" because that line didn't set the story. It was one of the things that made your character into who they are ten years later.

"Annie! Annie Carter! Wake up! You, the boy next to her—give her a nudge." Someone gently nudged my elbow, pulling me out of the endless darkness. The blurry scene in front of me slowly cleared. I turned my head and saw Wade's face, and my heart skipped a beat. "For question sixteen, the answer's C," Wade whispered, covering his mouth. I ignored the answer and just stared straight at Wade, reaching out to touch his face. It was warm.

My mind raced with all the horrible possibilities. He crouched down, bringing himself level with me. I screamed—an ear-splitting sound that tore through the silence, making my own eardrums ache. He moved slowly, almost gently, placing his hand near the side of my neck, just behind my ear. A shiver ran through me at the touch of his skin, warm and deceptively soft. Then everything went black. --- When I regained consciousness, my eyes snapped open, and my heart began racing all over again. Panic surged through me, making it hard to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered a desperate prayer, “Please, let this be a nightmare. Please, God…”

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.]

“Just make it attention-grabbing.” They continued to debate the best opening line. They felt the first hook was worth getting right, like they were writing Moby Dick. They were half right. While James Baldwin and Alfred Lord Tennyson worked on their first draft, I decided to wing it. Emergency! The old god Joshaya has returned to Gorgoth with an army of immortals. If you wish to learn more, contact me at this address: I put down the name of the inn we were staying at and signed it Nelson Mandela. I felt it was a name that would engender trust. I popped the card in the barrel. Probably as effective as putting it in the bin.

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

Instead, realize that your best writing will be born from excitement and passion for the story. Keep a brainstorming notebook for your story idea. Spike begins his scriptwriting process by jotting down ideas about the story in a notebook—character names, backstory, lines of dialogue, plot points, etc. As long as you always have your notebook with you (or a notes app on your smartphone), you'll never forget a good idea.

Amelia spun the story to make herself look like the victim. The day we met again, she was drenched in dirty water because the dorm manager had made her do the cleaning, and she accidentally knocked over the bucket herself. She always knew how to flip the script and play the victim. With Lily backing me up, the tension in the room began to ease. However, Benjamin wasn't ready to let it go. I could tell he'd received more than a few favors from Amelia. Sensing that he was about to start trouble again, I raised my phone. "I recorded everything you just said. I'm thinking of using this headline: 'Advisor Leads Bullying of Student.' Sounds pretty catchy, don't you think?"