One Perfect Sentence – September 2024

[AgentPete]

This contest closes at midnight on the last day of September and the winner will be the author of the entry who has aggregated the most votes.

Here’s the writing prompt…

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So here's the writing prompt for the very first One Perfect Sentence writing contest, September 2024.

I’m looking for the first sentence (it can be as long or as short as you want, it doesn't matter) for a book in the Romance genre. Or any of the many many sub-genres within it. I want a first sentence that's going to stop the reader and make them go… “this looks good!”

Why am I setting this? Because it's such a big genre and so much of it is trope-laden. And frankly not very creative.

So your first sentence has to absolutely stop me in my tracks… and make me go...

“I've got to read this!”

Over to you!

 

[Allen N]

The last remaining dandelion seed wondered what she had done wrong.

 

[Rachael Burnett]

'I never thought I'd do that again, not at our age,' Alex said, eyeing Sam and then the bed whilst wiping the dribbling sweat from her brow, ‘but, well, your vedge are…’ she gave a chef’s kiss.

 

[Aethalope]

As an auditor, Roslyn Devine felt out of place at the cockfight.

 

[Bloo]

The signal passed Uranus and it didn’t even tickle.

 

[Hannah Faoileán]

On the morning of the sixth sun after the seventh moon, Folista Lockheart woke up with a stranger.

 

[mickleinapickle]

By his own admission, Sir Anthony de la Mora was fat and florid, but there was one attribute that ensured a lengthy queue of attractive bed partners... he was filthy rich.

 

[Bloo]

Rudy wondered if anyone else saw the irony through dirty windscreens, scuffed helmet visors, and diesel exhaust.

 

[Trey]

This contest closes at midnight on the last day of September and the winner will be the author of the entry who has aggregated the most votes.

Here’s the writing prompt…

​

So here's the writing prompt for the very first One Perfect Sentence writing contest, September 2024.

I’m looking for the first sentence (it can be as long or as short as you want, it doesn't matter) for a book in the Romance genre. Or any of the many many sub-genres within it. I want a first sentence that's going to stop the reader and make them go… “this looks good!”

Why am I setting this? Because it's such a big genre and so much of it is trope-laden. And frankly not very creative.

So your first sentence has to absolutely stop me in my tracks… and make me go...

“I've got to read this!”

Over to you!

Barely able to breathe, Judy stared through the moonlight at their still-muddy, clasped hands - one from Mr Sanders', the other from his wife's grave.

 

[mickleinapickle]

When she gasped, "Take me to paradise," I almost fell off my piano.

 

[Sedayne]

Becky knew that Sarah was not a normal girl, but she loved her anyway.

 

[Roz Morris]

'Surprise me,' she said, but I didn't mean like THAT.

 

[Roz Morris]

'And that's why I'm here at your room with a smouldering trouser press.'

 

[Chartreuse111]

With one wrist tied to the bedpost, Aurelia’s flailing fingers failed to reach the knife — writhe as she might — but perhaps if she extended one of her long, supple dancer’s legs, she could snag it with one of her dexterous toes — famous throughout the kingdom for bringing many a man to a pleasure they would never admit to — which made her wonder how her skills had become known in the first place, but this conundrum would have to wait, since now was her only chance of escape, as the muscly but villainous Count Armando was currently asleep, although — most inconveniently — still shackled to her other leg.

 

[JohnBertel]

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a classy chick or two.

 

[Bloo]

If not for that sneeze, the last thing through Yussuf's mind would've been an 8.58x71mm Lapua round.

 

[Bloo]

On the morning of the sixth sun after the seventh moon, Folista Lockheart woke up with a stranger.

Piranesi ???

 

[Bloo]

With one wrist tied to the bedpost, Aurelia’s flailing fingers failed to reach the knife — writhe as she might — but perhaps if she extended one of her long, supple dancer’s legs, she could snag it with one of her dexterous toes — famous throughout the kingdom for bringing many a man to a pleasure they would never admit to — which made her wonder how her skills had become known in the first place, but this conundrum would have to wait, since now was her only chance of escape, as the muscly but villainous Count Armando was currently asleep, although — most inconveniently — still shackled to her other leg.

May I suggest switching your green username to something in a shade of purple.

And skee-REW the secret ballot. You got my vote.

 

[Matthew WP]

One caress led to another, two people giving and receiving pleasure until our little death went a step too far; we will meet again.

 

[Bloo]

Familiarity breeds.