My novel will start:
The first lines of novels, using a dataset crowdsourced by @JanelleCShane at
Planted by: chigozie
Once when I imagine that my participation in these pages may have, as she looked out the classroom window and ran in interested eye through the main massing of the town of Glade.
Gaotona ran his fingers hard down the whole gang was set for lunch at the neon Coca-Cola clock and realized her husband Frank was as good as blood.
The deafening silence of snow, near-blizzard conditions.
She lifted a stamp from its pages a reader may well cry aloud, impossible to read from the rafters.
It's the first time he noticed more fnords than usual.
You will rejoice to hear about it, the first thin, papery layer reveals another, and before you wake up you will no doubt of his heavy missal across the earth, and the wholesome which seems to be acquainted with.
When my brother and I last saw each other!
Pieter leaned against the clock, but a great age, as magicians tend to do- he left his house to see me.
I write these the last few months - but unlike any star had ever seen before.
Miss Brooke had that kind of crap, but I was waking up.
They all had dicks, all of humanity into grave peril.
There was a bell 222.
He made his way through the course of a scheming scoundrel; it was the most dangerous of the embassy all saw the chaplain, he fell madly in love with him.
The night that Ronia was born on the coast of Cape Breton.