Okay, rarely do books start out that way, but I want to see what you can come up with when it starts like this:
It was my worst nightmare coming true, my parents…
You finish the sentence and let us know in 100 words or less what the nightmare is.
Have fun.
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Sarah is writer looking for an agent. She is currently working on novel # 4, editing novels 2 and 3, and querying novel # 1. For more insight to her work, visit: http://legendoftheprotectors.wordpress.com/ or http://legendoftheprotectors.blogspot.com/
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It was my worst nightmare coming true, my parents suddenly rocketing to fame.
I was 16, gawky and freckled – but nature had been kind with my chest, ensuring boys were noticing – yet living in dread that I wouldn’t have a date for my school prom. Mum and Dad weren’t back yet; the news came on, and as I looked at the car teetering dangerously on the jetty’s edge, my mother’s terrified face was caught looking out the partly fogged up driver’s side rear passenger window, firemen attaching a cable to the back axle, insisting neither move a fraction.
I should expand: Mum was naked, lying on top of my father, who had been wearing only a smile before the handbrake let go up the seashore at William’s Promontory. It was their wedding anniversary, and in a fit of middle-aged madness they decided to test the Camry’s suspension, and with such gusto Mum’s knee pushed the wrong button.
(157 words, forgive me Sarah!)
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Sarah Reply:
June 17th, 2010 at 4:04 pm
@Payton L. Inkletter, totally forgiven! LOL. Loved it!
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By Payton L. Inkletter on 06.16.10 1:19 pm | Permalink
It was my worst nightmare coming true, my parents sightless eyes staring back at my as they lay peacefully side by side on the floor of the old barn used as their home. I had been trying for five years to get them away from Dr. Olsen and his cult. Just as I found them again after their umpteenth move, the mad “Dr.” sent all his follower’s into the next life. Only he survived.
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By Brenna on 06.23.10 12:33 pm | Permalink
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