Opening Lines
Dianne Mossor you are the winner of the books and tote bag from the Of Cats and Cafes blog! Watch for an email — Julie and Liz will need your…
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Write an opening line for the picture below: Edith: “Good Lord, this baby’s heavy. Whadda they got in it, a body?” Barb: “I told these guys a thousand times, you…
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NEW FLASH: Amy Buffalo is the winner of the Biscuits and Slashed Browns ARC from yesterday. Check your email, Amy! Write an opening line for the following photograph: Thanks once…
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Add your opening line for this picture! Liz: Stupid snow. It makes dragging a body so darn hard. Jessie: Grampa always swore that the legendary snow python existed but no one…
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Add your opening line for this shot, which Liz reports she took, “when Shaggy took me for a walk behind the parking garage…” Edith: If I told him once, I…
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Write an opening line for photo above! Thanks to Bill Carito for the photo. Edith: The detective scratched her head. Who left a cast iron skillet in a top drawer? Unless…
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Add an opening line to the following photo. Thanks once again to Bill Carito for being “the hand.” Julie: Now, if they’d used the common sense that the good lord…
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Edith here, thankful to not be in a blizzard! Add your opening line for the following picture. As our penultimate thankfulness giveaway for the month, I’ll send one commenter a…
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Add an opening line for the picture below: Sherry: The shoe was killer. And no matter what it said online rubbing vodka on the bottom of your feet didn’t help.…
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Write an opening line for this photograph (used with permission from New England Sister in Crime Sharon Daynard). Edith: Well, damn! So that’s where I dropped the gun last fall…
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Write an opening line for a story inspired by the photo below: Edith: Matilde shivered as she dropped prone on the frosty grass. The sniper on the apartment building’s second floor had his sights...
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Add your opening lines for this photograph. Barb: The leaves rustled with each foot fall and cold water wicked up the legs of my jeans. I chanted as I ran, to keep my pace, to keep from screaming, “I...
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Write an opening line for the photo below! Jessie: One minute, she had been standing hand in hand with Ralph wondering if he might be “the one”. The next, a beam from above lifted him from his feet...
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Jessie: I spotted this while out jogging with my son one Saturday morning. Add your own opening line to start this story! Edith/Maddie: Ma – I specifically instructed Honeyboo to let that car slide...
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Wickeds, do your best with an opening line for this wintry scene from Edith’s friend Howard W. Phillips. Friends, please add yours in the comments! Julie: Blasted climate change. There wasn’t enough...
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It’s Opening Lines Friday! Wickeds, add your opening lines to go with the photo below. And thanks to Sherry for the picture! Edith/Maddie: Miss Lacey insisted I donate my favorite gown to the rumble...
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Wickeds, add an opening line to the photo below. Readers, add yours in the comments! Jessie: Lyle’s heart hammered in his chest as he waited to see if anyone besides his own mother would recognize the...
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It’s Opening Lines Friday! Wickeds, add your opening lines to go with the photo below. And thanks to Sherry for the picture! Edith/Maddie: Miss Lacey insisted I donate my favorite gown to the rumble...
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Wickeds, add an opening line to the photo below. Readers, add yours in the comments! Jessie: Lyle’s heart hammered in his chest as he waited to see if anyone besides his own mother would recognize the...
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Wickeds add an opening line for this photo: Barb: They stood on the storeroom shelves like dismembered sentries–the lines of arms, legs, torsos, and heads. “How do we get rid of these, Dad?” I asked....
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