The search for the winner of this year's Meager Puddle of Limelight Award for Best Opening Line continues with Heat Three.
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
“I want the boy institutionalized,” my father told my mother.
I was hiding in my parents' closet with a friendly lamp who promised to stay the night with me, and Laura, a battle-scarred doll of my mother's.
I'm ok with people asking me how it feels to live without a leg.
In the time after the battle, Taliesin gathered together the remnants of his people.
In retrospect, Oliver thought, I probably shouldn’t have butchered that tourist.
It all went wrong when she hit the angels.
It was in that moment, when I gazed at the stars, that my mind’s troubles were silenced and I believed, however briefly, that there truly was magic in the universe.
Less than a woman, more than a ghost, Ahura lingers in the depths of the tomb by her husband’s corpse.
Lysander tumbled through her open window, a bundle of dark limbs and black clothes.