The time-stamped footage from the nearby convenience store clearly placed the seven-year old boy by these swings at noon yesterday, which had the soon-to-be-retired FBI agent Ian Harris convinced he was yet again sent on a fool’s errand; the boy never showed up for school in Arizona yesterday, his dead body was found in North Dakota this morning, and this playground was located here, in fucking Wisconsin.
Three States, the first line of a story about an organised serial killer
First line of the story
What is this? Inspired by photos from my camera roll, I imagine first lines of stories that doesn't exist.
"As Henry Svendsen was about to die in a hospice right outside Copenhagen, the final half second of his life turned...
"Somewhere along the way, we seem to have interchanged the prospects of not yet having fucked up with the ridiculous notion...
"Mika's place of work was, much like herself, unassuming from the outside looking in."
"Not many people know this, but raw lingonberries stirred with sugar and potato tartare goes perfectly with cured cheeks of human...