Monday Motivations/Fabulous First Few Words Part Two

In this second part of my weekly series on how to hook your reader’s interest in your story straight away, I focus on the shock factor and how it instantly grips your reader, making her sit up and take notice. She’ll feel compelled to read on and find out what on earth is going to happen next.

 

 

Here are a few examples for you:

  • I knew she was dead even though the dull eyes stared back at me, mocking me, tempting me to raise the knife once more.
  • Sam always knew his parents were strange. But when he saw them change colour and shape he knew they were really strange.
  • He couldn’t believe his eyes. Surely not right there in the supermarket? The devil didn’t just walk nonchalantly into the local cash and carry.
  • They tie the noose tight. They don’t care. Nobody cares. I scream and tell them it isn’t right – I don’t deserve to die.

Hopefully these will have inspired you to come up with a few ‘shockers’ of your own!

 

 

8 responses to “Monday Motivations/Fabulous First Few Words Part Two”

  1. These are good beginnings!

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  2. The photograph certainly got my attention. Perhaps that’s how a loaf of bread feels !

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    1. Ha! It probably does!

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    2. Peter–you are hilarious. Who else would come up with that.

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  3. Maybe not ‘shock’ factor, however one of the best opening lines I have read is “I swear that body was hard as a rock when my butt bounced off it. There was going to be a bruise for sure.” It is from “Murder Under Construction”, Series: Two Sisters and a Journalist, Book 1, by Maddie Cochere. Maggie has a WordPress blog, “Breezy Books Blog”, however, much missingly, she is on leave from blogging.

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    1. Typo alert, “Maddie Cochere. Maggie has”; not a name change! Sorry Maddie.

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      1. Oh no! So easy to do!

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