First line of your novel?

[camouflage]

When the 4th War with the One-Nation began the ezzat-quzzet were waiting. In fact they were eager as maddened dogs finally set free, this time they had the arms, this time their situations were strong, this time their stocks were an undiminishable hardened mountain, their communications a cloud of absolute trust inpenetratable to the enemy, and this time their hands were untied from the proscriptions of the Most Venerable Mekanic. This time there'd be no humiliation, they thought with glee. The Fifty Three Thousand Dead Children of the Ten Black Cities would roar with joy over the desert of hated bone that they would make of the enemy nation.

there ya go, loads'a lines, coz i had so much gosh-darn fun.

 

[Diamond]

First line of your novel people.

Or alternatively we could select a random page number, go to there and each pick out the tenth, or whatever, line down.

 

[jayeola]

I was just about to save the world from imminent destruction when Hugh Heffner phoned me up to bone his missus.

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

Looking at her face, I knew she was not in love with the concept of a 'jump start'.

 

[8den]

Strictly speaking it wasn't technically incest, but while he stared at her sleeping face, Declan thoughts began to wander in that dark direction.

 

[ericjarvis]

The first paragraph of the one that's nearly done is...

Out the back of the Club, even the dustbins rattled in the wind in 4/4 time. Everything was in four time. Brian raised his fist to start the bar, Derek drew a knife on the back beat. Stan and Alec waded in like a tight rhythm section, fists for the bass line, a steady thud of boots on the beat of the bass drum, and punctuated by sharp rim shots from a knee or two.

 

[METH LAB]

Chapter 1

 

[chainsaw cat]

knew tht t was tme to get my typewrter fxed so went to see Bll the typewrter fxer.

 

[chainsaw cat]

The first paragraph of the one that's nearly done is...

Out the back of the Club, even the dustbins rattled in the wind in 4/4 time. Everything was in four time. Brian raised his fist to start the bar, Derek drew a knife on the back beat. Stan and Alec waded in like a tight rhythm section, fists for the bass line, a steady thud of boots on the beat of the bass drum, and punctuated by sharp rim shots from a knee or two.

What were they doing, kicking a metaphor to death?

 

[EastEnder]

The reigning champion expired with a stomach churning gurgle, drawing to a close the last ever Miss Blowjob world tournament.

 

[ericjarvis]

What were they doing, kicking a metaphor to death?

Pretty much precisely that. Later on a metaphor is dressed in Oxfam shop clothes and sent out into the streets to fend for itself, and another has it's throat ripped out by a werewolf. Several cliches are hung drawn and quartered or placed in the stocks later on. I also badly mistreat a number of tropes.

 

[chainsaw cat]

I think tautology should get a battering. It's fully justified because it deserves it and it serves it right.

 

[jayeola]

I was just coming back on a plane from Nelson Mandela's when I realised that Bill Gates still owes me a tenner.

 

[upsidedownwalrus]

I paused at the entrance to the seedy, neon-lit, nightclub, making sure that the vial of lethal toxic gas was well secured within my jacket.

 

[jayeola]

Look, Paris, I dunno how to tell you this but i think that you are ugly. And skinny.

 

[Fictionist]

Jonson smiled contentedly, placing his quill down. It was done, and it would resonate forever.

 

[kittyP]

I had only spoken with one person for several weeks and now, even she, wise as she was, was far less than I was really looking for.

 

[camouflage]

I had only spoken with one person for several weeks and now, even she, wise as she was, was far less than I was really looking for.

...and then?

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

Haxor leaned over the curb and spat out a mouthful of phlegm: "If you can't give my my money, I can't be doin' them crimes."