clocketpatch | First Lines... or, "how I wrote a novel and then realised it was fic"

abbyromana (who got the idea from

humansrsuperior ) has charged me to collect together the first lines of every singe whofic I've written and published on the intrawebs. All of these are archived at the Teaspoon (www.whofic.com). I've no idea whether or not the coding I've implanted will work, and if it fails you'll have to wait a bit for me to change it as I'm currently on the slow-lane as far as connection speeds go.

First came the question of "what constitutes a first line?" Since I often start stories with quotes, I decided to list the first line which was written by me and not yoinked from some external non-Who-y source. My second quandary was "what is a story?" since I've got my Collected Miniworks on-going anthology of drabbles and bits and bobs. I've decided to list those separately. Anyway, this is for you

abbyromana :

Title	First Line
"A few"	Rose wandered through a disused part of the TARDIS.
His Name	"So, what's your name."
Humiliation rites	The Doctor is thrown into a cell where Jamie and Zoe are waiting.
Jackie	Pictures flicked across the screen of some tropical paradise she would never see.
Howard's Pajamas	Rose: “That's him, that's the Doctor.”
Thrown away	The land was ice.
Collected Mini-Works
Blind Alley	Global warming was up to her nefarious tricks again, pulling out half-way through what could have been the mildest winter on record.
Holes in the fabric	The inside of Jack’s ship sparkled.
"Because I can do anything"	He held it in one hand.
The Game	The Doctor's TARDIS was a mess, a mausoleum, a jumble yard sale.
Nothing Ordinary	Alistair was at home when he received the call.
Do not doubt our sacrifices, spoiled only by love	"Some good"
After the storm	Rain.
Nothing gold can stay	The fern lent a touch of life to Romana's otherwise austere white room.
The Doctor's Leg	On retrospect, shoving a leg through the rift was probably a bad idea.
The Doctor's Hand	Jack hugged his Hand-in-a-jar.
Home	1974, and the village was only beginning to make concessions to the modern age.
Look at your eyes, saltwater springs, what handkerchief could dry them?	When she was a kid she whined a lot — sniffled over everything, but there were never any real tears.
Somnambulists	Dust choked the Academy.
The past often whispers choices to the future...	The First Mate and his lunkies pushed and prodded the Doctor and Turlough forward.
Forever Tomorrow	"Am I alright? Of course I'm all right! I am the Doctor; I'm always alright!"
Valerie for forgetfulness	Her students said she was magical.
Fall into the sky	The sky darkens to dusk, another sunset, another day.
Not the same alone	He was kind of cute, Donna thought, in a lost boy sort of way.
Snapshot	Days go by, all the same.
Flying, not falling	Astrid Peth had never done anything important, expect for that final sacrifice, and then she died.
Lux lucis quod sanus	Can you feel it?

Title

First Line

JellyBaby

He remembered bouncing her on his knee.

Once and forever

He never cheated in school.

Girl in a Bottle

The comprachicos used to take young children and put them in glass tubes so their growing bodies would twist into hideous shapes.

Ginger

Turlough felt something stabbing the back of his head.

On a dark and stormy…

On a dark and stormy night another cliché reached its climax.

Winter Friendship

Winter, and the hills were grey.

Befores and Afters, much afters

He never told her that her golden hair reminded him of his mother, or that way she pushed her tongue between her teeth during a smile echoed the grins of his half-sister so long ago.

Twice Saved

On the darkest day of his childhood an old hermit showed him the secret of the universe in a daisy.

Between Broadcasts

He spent most of his time alone.

Famous First Words

"It's bigger insi —"

Details

He looks at himself in the mirror.

It was just a little nighcap…

“So, this regeneration lark.

Manichaean paranoia

There is a forest, somewhere.

Earthshock

The Five Doctors’ awakening (they are not immortal) comes with the enlightenment of the King’s favourite Demon.

Still the sky

Donna sits, idly picking at frost-stiffened grass.

Expecting only darkness after

One way; this way; his way; their way —

Of a Kind (not very kind)

Nyssa does not believe in coincidence.

The Moving Finger Writes

John Smith slowly moved the rubber across the page trying for a clean erase rather than a smear.

First Lines... or, "how I wrote a novel and then realised it was fic"

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