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First Lines Contest 2017: The Roots of Evil
The brown hue. The autumn gown. The sound of rustling underfoot as people move back and forth across my discarded clothes.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Uya: A Beast Like No Other
The unusual livestock killings began in earnest the first frost of 2016. Such was the way of life and death for the rural farming community of the North Georgia mountains, but near the Georgia and Tennessee border, the farmers had experienced nothing like the gluttony of carnage to come.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Embers Of The Pyre
There was a peculiar nip in the cold air of that winter night in Chennai. The breeze that rose from nowhere danced through the open, grilled window. The twin pink colour, translucent, chiffon curtains separated, as if to make way for the breeze, and fell back in place afterwards. The Tanjore dancing woman on the study table began swaying her waist and neck languorously at the soft touch of the cool breeze. The sparkling plastic bead string curtains slowly oscillated as the breeze brushed past them and crossed the door into the drawing room. The wind chimes suddenly came to life and jingled softly, breaking the silence of the winter night.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Tell Me When I'm Dead
Not all draggers want to eat your flesh. Some want revenge. This was what went through my head as I lay frozen in the corner of a cold storage area, my body halfway to dead and my breath like a broken concertina.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Mary's Trunk
Getting old is not for the squeamish. When given time and the natural marinating that comes from watching hands of a clock crawl, minute by minute, as it stares unblinking from the nightstand, ghosts taunt your mind, bones rattle from the closets, and skeletons get restless. This morning the ghost from the old chest in the garage came calling.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: The Rebooted
At dusk, three, loud knocks at her front door scared the young, grief-stricken mother of four. Huddling around her in front of a solitary space heater, Ann's three children jumped, startling her even more. For a brief second, they shivered, fearing it was death itself that had come knocking.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: The Volunteer
Closing your eyes is as natural as day turning to night, right? Not for me it isn’t. There’s nothing natural about closing my eyes anymore. I’ve always seen ghosts when I close my eyes, haunting me with their memories.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Toxicosis
I listen to the cats outside our window, the ancient sounds tingling inside me, stirring memories mammalian but not yet human. My ears pound, waves crashing, blood gurgling. I envy them, my fellow fanged cousins, wishing to share their wordless grace.
 
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First Lines Contest 2017: Kronos Rising
The predator hunted. Poised atop pearl-black seas as flat as a field of asphalt, the Oshima drifted alone in the darkness, one hundred and sixty miles off the coast of Florida. From his vantage point, high above the ship’s helm, Haruto Nakamura watched as the slaughter continued across the deck below him.
 
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