First Chapter, First Paragraph Vigilance First Chapter, First Paragraph “Alone in the elevator, John McDean shuts his eyes, listens to the hum of the machinery, and mentally recites his research. His Ideal Person is between sixty-four to eighty-one years old. Their average net worth is $202,900, and they are male, Caucasian, and increasingly burdened with medical debt. Living conditions, he …
“You didn’t change anyone’s mind about politics by hammering away at them—all that did was drive the nail deeper into the wall of their own certainty.”
First Chapter, First Paragraph Finding Baba Yaga: A Short Novel in Verse By Jane Yollen First Chapter, First Paragraph You Think You Know This Story You think you know this story. You do not. You think it is about a princess who runs from a wicked king. It is not. You think it is about a charming prince who rescues, …
First Chapter, First Paragraph Ash Kickers First Chapter, First Paragraph My give-a-damn was busted. Now, if my mama had been standing beside me on the top of that Slayer truck, she would have said, “Tamerica Janeese Williams, why are you just staring at that dragon? Don’t you have a job to do?” I was staring at the dragon – this golden-brown bastard …
First Chapter, First Paragraph umber whunnnn yerrrnnn umber whunnnn fayunnnn These sounds: even in the haze. But sometimes the sounds—like the pain—faded, and then there was only the haze. He remembered darkness: solid darkness had come before the haze. Did that mean he was making progress? Let there be light (even of the hazy variety), and the light was good, and so on and so on? …
First Chapter, First Paragraph Woodsmoke hung heavy and golden on the shorn wheat, the earth bristling like an old, bald woman. The apple trees had long ago been stripped for kindling; the cher- ry roots long since dug up and boiled into meal. The sky sagged cold and wan, coughing spatters of phlegmatic sunlight onto the grey and empty farms. The birds had gone, …
“A coup is a coup is a coup, and a bullet can kill you regardless of ideology.”
The First Chapter First Paragraph of the Handmaid’s Tale
First Chapter, First Paragraph “Daddy, I’m tired,” the little girl in the red pants and the green blouse said fretfully. “Can’t we stop?” “Not yet, honey.” He was a big, broad-shouldered man in a worn and scuffed corduroy jacket and plain brown twill slacks. He and the little girl were holding hands and walking up Third Avenue in New York City, walking fast, almost running. …
First Chapter, First Paragraph The girl did not ride the unicorn, because no one ever did. She rode a nervous oat- colored palfrey that had no name, and led the second horse, a blind and almost deaf ancient who long ago had been called Rinaldo and was now simply Rin. The unicorn sometimes paced next to the palfrey, and sometimes not. Rin bore the …
