First off, I’d like to say a big ‘Thank you’ to everyone who entered the competition and/or voted to select the finalists for this year’s Puddle for Best Opening Line (and a final apology for all the messing about I caused during the process).
Out of nearly seventy entries, ten made the final cut with at least fifteen votes each. Well done to one and all.
Without further ado, it’s time to select the winner.
From the following list, please vote for the sentence which you feel should win this year’s Meager Puddle of Light Award for Best Opening Line:
This poll will close on Sunday, December 13th at 11:59pm (US/Eastern)
So, what's at stake here?
Aside from the envy and admiration of their peers, the top three finalists will get to dip their toes in the meager puddle of limelight which my journal can provide when I post an interview with each of them – assuming they’re still talking to me by then. In addition, the overall winner gets the offer of a guest blog spot, here on An Englishman in New Jersey, if he/she so wishes.
Congratulations to these honorable mentions (who just missed the finals with fourteen votes apiece):
Earthrise stretched shadows over the dusty pock-marked ground, lending a faint touch of indigo to the airless surface
I wonder sometimes, if I could have lived a perfectly normal life if I hadn't burned the roast.
Of the three planets that could summon me, the humans on the third planet were the rudest.
On my one-to-ten scale of rude awakenings, a leprechaun standing on my bedside table and urinating loudly into my ear is a definite Nine.
The hills above Paradise were burning the day the man with no heart came to town
One last thought:
If you didn’t make the finals, but would like to know how many votes your opening line(s) got, let me know in the comments and I’ll send you the answer in a private message.