(This was originally posted on my blog on June 12, 2016. Over the years I have written many dubious writing prompts. This is one example of them.)
You may never want to open a story with one of these sentences.
- It was a dark and stormy kite.
- Brent Entwhistle knew he would get in trouble one day for peeling the banana from the wrong end, and now that day had come.
- “It’s the new Watusi!” Cyril bleated.
- John “Hawk” Dirk examined the bomb with great care, noting the timer only had forty-seven days left on it.
- She whipped her luxurious golden hair around, like a yellow bedsheet flapping in the wind.
- “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog,” Byron said to the boy as he rode past on his bike, suddenly realizing that that curse of speaking only in Elvis song lyrics had come true.
- Abraham Lincoln swivelled around and pointed a Howitzer at Booth, thus beginning the craziest version of history yet.
- The family reunion would be awkward this year, Jane knew, but all she could do was hope the others would forget about her out of control bionic peg leg and move on.
- The killdozer thundered relentlessly toward the tranquil town of Sleepyville, but it would meet its match with the murderhoe that lumbered to meet it.
- “I’m only one man,” Ben said to the desperate crowd assembled before him, “but if you clone me I could be a hundred men!”