Great story openings in literary history
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested
Let us harken back to '03, a dirty rainy day in Gorst. PLSS was dumb enough to go into that little strip club, right at that big bend in the highway before Kitsap Way in Bremerton.
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Where Fancy Feast floweth?!!
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Could he get a $5 steak with all the fixins???
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'Twas the best of times, Twas the worst of times.
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The chinquisition was in the hands of its enemies.
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Call me Ishmael
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Raghib or Qadry?RaccoonHarry said:Call me Ishmael
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First off, welcome to our message boards. You're about to enter lively forums centered around college football.
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DerekJohnson said:
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.
Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested
Let us harken back to '03, a dirty rainy day in Gorst. PLSS was dumb enough to go into that little strip club, right at that big bend in the highway before Kitsap Way in Bremerton.
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The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
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I fell, fainting, into the abyssPurpleJ said:The chinquisition was in the hands of its enemies.
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Franny, light of my life, fire of my loins.
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*chinglerkh83 said:The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
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I WAS sick -- sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me.
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OK!ApostleofGrief said:I WAS sick -- sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me.
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just so you know, orangeslices, I took a class once and you were supposed to write comments in general about some topic. The instructor would not do much other than skim it and write "OK!".
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ApostleofGrief said:
I took a class once
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I had never heard of Gorst before
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"Oh, the strawberries don't taste as sweet and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!" Can't remember if it's the opener but one hell of a line. Reminds me of the team we follow. Race, true?
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RivetingApostleofGrief said:just so you know, orangeslices, I took a class once and you were supposed to write comments in general about some topic. The instructor would not do much other than skim it and write "OK!".
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you realize how much time we could all save if arguments took the form of only either OK! or disagree?CuntWaffle said:
RivetingApostleofGrief said:just so you know, orangeslices, I took a class once and you were supposed to write comments in general about some topic. The instructor would not do much other than skim it and write "OK!".
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Add me to the kill list! I leave you to cutting people off in trafficApostleofGrief said:
you realize how much time we could all save if arguments took the form of only either OK! or disagree?CuntWaffle said:
RivetingApostleofGrief said:just so you know, orangeslices, I took a class once and you were supposed to write comments in general about some topic. The instructor would not do much other than skim it and write "OK!".
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Just drove by Gorst a couple of weeks ago. They are currently
remodeling the 'ol pussy palace or what ever the fuck it was called.
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Nothings changed with me.
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She strutted into my office wearing a dress that clung to her like Saran Wrap to a sloppily butchered pork knuckle, bone and sinew jutting and lurching asymmetrically beneath its folds, the tightness exaggerating the granularity of the suet and causing what little palatable meat there was to sweat, its transparency the thief of imagination.
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A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black mustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbles. In the shadow under the green visor of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly's supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down upon the other people waiting under the clock at the D.H. Holmes Department Store, studying the crow for signs for bad taste in dress. Several of the outfits, Ignatius noticed, were new and expensive enough to be properly considered offenses against taste and decency. Possession of anything new or expensive only reflected a person's lack of theology and geometry; it could even cast doubts upon one's soul.
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