The search for the winner of this year's Meager Puddle of Limelight Award for Best Opening Line continues with Heat Five.
There are eight heats in all. The winners from heats one - seven go straight through to the final. The second place finishers battle it out in heat eight to see which title joins the others in the final round.
What's at stake?
Bragging rights for the winner, an interview and/or guest post here on An Englishman in New Jersey, as well as signed copy of my book, Fur-Face, and a couple of I are a writer! pens.
I think you can vote using Facebook, but if you need an LJ account, they're free).
From the following list, please select any opening lines which you think should progress to the final round
The number of parents I have should be illegal.
The Pass-It-On Guy must have spotted me while I was lighting my final cigarette of the day.
Princess Cassandra's horse thundered along the green path.
Robert Frost is an idiot--when two roads diverge in a yellow wood, don't take the one less travelled by.
She stood inside the door and scanned the stool roosters for her prey.
"She was the ugliest female I had ever seen, until her daughters followed her out of the coach."
Shrill beeps blasted from Myles Stanwood’s heart monitor.
Stiff white hairs twitched in the non-existent breeze as they transformed light into carbohydrates.
There was nothing more bracing or more aggravating at four am, than throwing up after taking my new medication.