“It was the same old story; you get released from an isolated game show to learn that the world as you know it has ended and in the sheer panic and confusion that ensues you kill all your co-contestants, only to spend the next couple of years in regret searching for other survivors during countless of neighbourhood supply runs.”
Supply Runner, the first line of a story about community
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...