10 more first lines

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She stood over the table, waiting for their order, and it was all he could do not to touch her.

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The calm spring air was sliced by a sudden screeching that may have been the cry of an animal being killed or a couple of cats making ferocious love.

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He held the ancient paper as gently as he could, but flecks still broke off the corners as he turned the pages searching for what he needed to find.

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She stopped midway through rummaging another chest of drawers and sighed, a half sob of frustration, knowing for certain it had to be somewhere in the house – it had to be. Didn’t it?

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“I can see what you’re thinking, son, and I don’t necessarily blame you,” said the old man, “but you’re not seeing what you think you’re seeing.”

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She had lived a life specifically devoted to peace and understanding, but this moment her heart seethed with rage and murderous intent.

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It all began the way it ended, with the sun shining despite all of the terrible darkness in everyone’s heart.

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She wouldn’t ever have to ponder what she was doing when she decided she’d had enough and never was coming back to this job ever again.

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Her touch and whisper were like a sucker punch and a shout.

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His hand trembling, he turned the device over one last time and switched it off.

 

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WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith, journalist and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, and a couple of cats.