Story Opening Lines Generator Novels & Stories

Ash: Olivia Ash: Are you awake? Olivia opens the message with a shaking hand. Olivia: Hello Olivia: Yes, I am Ash: I didn't think you'd be Olivia: Brain too loud Olivia: Why? Ash: Can we talk? Olivia: Sure Ash: You can tell me if you don't want to or are too tired Olivia: I'm not tired Olivia: And I want to Ash: Okay Ash: Then Ash: Where to start

I bought the candles on sale. I looked at the screen. At the three years of a story that had produced a woman who could type that first line without any grief in it and with nothing but the clear, useful truth of an experience that had built something real. Julian came to the doorway. "Dinner," he said. "One minute," I said. He came to look at the screen. Read the title. Read the first line. Was quiet for a moment. "Write it," he said. "I'm thinking about it," I said.

Sierra opened her eyes—lavender pools as deep as night. “About time,” she murmured. Liana swallowed. ---

"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.

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I open the book and a note falls from it to the table. Opening it, my smile broadens at the sight of Rolan's initials at the top and beneath it is a one line sentence. "Helena spilled the names of your favorites to me." My eyes roll sarcastically. Of course she would be the clumsy feline that spilled. I continue with the rest of the writing after the sentence.

AUTHOR’S VOICE [“It Goes On”] Eyes, teary eyes, slowly opened to welcome their vision to the warm, blinding golden beams of the just-risen sun — a frown wrinkled on a forehead where beads of sweat had temporarily found refuge. A hiss carried by the weight of pain and confusion released itself through the chapped lips that had been hopelessly parted.

Rowan stood tall and straight outside the gates, basking in the morning sun that brought out the angled planes and chiseled lines of his face. His dark, depthless gaze locked on the little girl who looked like a real-life porcelain doll, and he said hoarsely, "I am."

It felt like an expansion, a open landscape stretching out toward an unwritten horizon. "What's the first line going to be?" Julian asked, his voice quiet near her ear. Elena looked from the page to Julian out the window at the city beyond the harbor. The tide was coming in the water sparkling like glass. She didn't need to outline this act. She didn't need to script their dialogue or calculate the payoff. "It doesn't need a line yet " Elena said, her voice steady. "We have all the time, in the world to figure out what it says."

There were no more strings, no more cages, and no more secrets. ​"So," I said, closing the book. "What’s the first line of the next 150,000 words?" ​Damian pulled me close, the "Vulture" and the "Bride" vanishing into the shadows of the Scriptorium. "I think we’ll start with: 'They lived.'" ​