For those of you who didn't see my pick, I'm trying to decide whether I should reveal at the beginning of my book, that a main character is going to die at the end. These are three versions of opening paragraphs that I've written. If there's one that you like the best, let me know in the comments or in the pick.
1. This one gives away the most information, including when she dies and how she's killed:
I had no idea when I started at Skip’s Burger Grill, that on October 22, 2009, sitting there in the walk-in refrigerator, huddled together with my colleagues for warmth,...
This is the story of my friend and I before we auditioned for chamber orchestra last year.
Deep Breaths and Go
I stand outside the door to the auditorium holding my cello in one hand and my music and bow in the other.
“But what if I do horrible?” Mackenzie asks me once again. Her audition is right before mine. It’s not that either of us particularly want to be in chamber orchestra next year, but the audition is also the playing portion of our final exam.
About six months ago I wrote about Kutner standing at Thirteen's grave. Now I thought it was time for her to return the favor. Companion to I'm Sorry.
I’m So Sorry
[I]I’m sorry you had a gun. I’m sorry they taught us about fatal bullet wounds in medical school. I’m sorry we didn’t make you come out for drinks with us that night. I’m sorry someone didn’t call you just as you were getting ready to do it. I’m sorry we didn’t have a case that prevented us from going home. I’m sorry we took so long to find you and...
No bashing intended. I wrote this fic with purely innocent intentions. See bottom for further details.
Handle With Care
Taub,
When you read this I’ll already be gone, so I’m going to address everything that needs addressing and put this note somewhere I hope you can find it.
I’m not going to say the things people usually do in these notes. I’m not going to talk about why I did it. I’m sure that’s the question burning in everyone’s minds right now, but that’s not what’s...
This was written to be about Thirteen, because even though it's obviously never going to happen I'm still a Thutner shipper, but it really could be about anyone. It's all in the interpretation.
I Bruise Easily
It’s funny how when no one’s touched you in a really long time, even the smallest amount of contact can leave a mark, how a connection forms even if they only happened to bump against you, how if something happens to sever that connection it can scar you worse than if someone cut you open.