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2017 First Lines Contest
The story of faith is as everlasting as the wind and stars. It is the story that breaks families and binds them. It is the search for truth.
Slouched low behind the wheel, she watched Carl Reid climb out of his black Jeep Cherokee. The sun had already set and the light was quickly fading, but she could tell he still wore his navy blue Justice Fire Department Paramedic uniform. He looked like the hero she remembered from so long ago.
When Lorena was twelve years old, she witnessed her parents getting murdered by a group of men wearing long and dark hooded cloaks. Shortly before the four men violently broke into the log cabin located in the secluded woods of a small land called Vathog, Lorena's beautiful mother took off the necklace she always wore and put the long silver chain around her daughter's neck. "Keep this safe," Marguerite whispered before urging Lorena to go hide inside their secret room.
It’s a late sunny afternoon in Washington DC. Senator Harry Day is in his office sitting in his comfortable black leather chair. A man with a perpetual smile that seems to vibrate in the air around him. He comes from a wealthy High Society Irish family.
Pakal's nursemaid was worried. Creases marred her smooth forehead, her lips drawn tight as a purse-string. She scurried through long corridors, eyes darting to every door and scanning the small chambers within.
A faint whisper woke Bella, "I am going to destroy your life. Turn your family and friend’s against you. Make them hate you with a fierce hatred, and after they leave you isolated and afraid, then I'm going to kill you.
Dr. Matthew Fielding estimated he had six days to live. He doubted he’d make it that long. Not judging by the harsh glint in the dark eyes staring at him through the clear visor.
They burned my house, the corn crib and the horse stall. Men in uniforms came a few hours before sunset and put a torch to everything. By the time my wife Ayita (First to Dance), our son Adahy (Lives in the Woods) and I came up from the stream where we had been fishing for dinner, the whole place was ablaze.
It was the summer before my twenty-third birthday, and life was about to change—for everyone. But before I begin to tell you about the most incredible thing that’s ever happened in my otherwise uneventful life, let's start from the beginning. Caleb, Micah, Patrick, and I had just graduated from the University of Nevada in Las Vegas—everyone but Patrick, that is, who needed to go to summer school.
THERE ONCE THRIVED in a magnificent palace in a fabulous paradise three glorious lords upon whom the success of all people rested. The names of the lords, who were also brothers, were Fame, Fortune and Power, and they alone dispensed those earthly desires named after them that mankind coveted above all others. They did so on the first birthday of a babe, when the child who is the parent of the adult begins to take shape.
"I can't believe after four years, it's all going to change tonight." Fire Chief Keegan McLeod stirred the giant pot of sausage gravy on the stove in front of him. "How did you stand all the stress of waiting once you decided to as Morgan to marry you?"
"Call 911!" Trix felt her heart beating in her throat as she crouched over the seizing customer lying on the floor. Vaguely, she heard a few screams and a few shouts from other customers, but she did her best to focus on the blond college student in front of her. Flat on his back, his body jerked stiffly and his eyes rolled back.
He slipped behind the garage and pulled the small box of matches from his pocket. He'd found them in his grandfather's fishing gear. Crouching, he opened the box and pulled out the first wooden stick.
"Kianna, you have such a pretty face, honey." Miss Bertha examines me as she leans on her tennis ball-capped walker. I'm not sure why she uses the walker; she's very spry for her age.
The plan was simple—kill him. Ambush Lucas and his guards and leave no survivors. Swearing silently, he tapped his sword hilt.
“On that day it would be pass or fail, it was a big day for me, but I didn’t know it was the beginning of the most wonderful and the most stupid thing I would ever do with my life. My name is Tom Hilton, Lieutenant Tom Hilton, Royal Marines, I could finally qualify as a Marine diver for submarine diving operations. Sometimes I wish that was all that lay in store for me; but then again, only sometimes.”
James Edward Holling Updated November 07, 2017 0
Category: Fiction /
Author: J.E. Holling
Category: Fiction /
- Action & Adventure
- War & Military
Author: J.E. Holling
A shrill scream pierced the otherwise still calm of the night. The young Afghan boy, wounds still bandaged, awoke from the nightmare and began sobbing. A woman rushed to his side, sat on the floor next to the padded mat he laid on, cradled his head in her arms, and through his sobs she heard him murmur, “Mama, mama.”
Billy struggled to wake up and stay that way. His head heavy, his neck couldn’t sustain its weight and it drooped down onto his chest. Each attempt to open his eyes brought the coarse sensation of a rough cloth tightly placed across them, preventing his vision.
Pain is the only thing I see. Pain is as much an emotion as it is a feeling. There’s a difference between breaking ones leg and finding out someone has stabbed you in the back and betrayed you.
There was a sudden, sharp explosive sound. A gunshot? The bulky Volvo swerved violently to the left; the grey tunnel wall eclipsing Christopher's field of vision...