This first challenge was triggered as I was checking BOOKFOX and I found its first line generator tool. I refreshed the generator once and got a really interesting first line.
I think I’ll do more of these challenges, so feel free to suggest first lines or ideas.
He knew that 95% of people in plane crashes survive, but he was shaking uncontrollably because that five percent was enough to terrify him.
He was breathing heavily, turning his head left and right without really seeing anything. Five percent meant that out of a hundred passengers, five were living their last moments.
“Ma’am, you need to stay calm. We have the situation under control.”
They were at least three hundred passengers on that flight. Not to mention the flight crew. Five percent meant that at least twenty were going to perish in a few seconds.
His eyes widened. He didn’t want to become just a number on the news tomorrow. He’d rather be the only one dying on this damned plane and have his full name and biography on TV. Maybe they’ll mention his achievements and his dedication to work.
Exhibit A: he was killed on a business trip while attending a conference that he didn’t give a single damn about. Maybe it’s a good thing that this plane is crashing, he was going to be saved from hours and hours of speeches and nonsense. He did joke about it just a few hours before take off. Maybe this whole disaster is his own fault.
He shivered as he saw hundreds of motionless bodies and a plane in pieces stranded on the shore. He pictured himself sinking in the Atlantic ocean, rescue teams searching for him. His parents watching the news, crying and praying. He saw her face, she was in grief, her mascara ruined, but looking prettier than ever. Would she forget about him? Would she ever fall for someone else? He should have proposed to her when he had the chance but he always waited for the right time. God he felt like a total idiot!
He thought of all the opportunities he was going to miss on, because he didn’t grow a pair and told his boss “no, I don’t want to go this time”. He was never going to travel the world with his sweetheart. Never going to marry her. Never raise a family he always dreamed of. Never know what it’s like to be a parent and it’s a damn shame because he thought he’d make a decent one. He was never going to meet his kids, take them in his arms, hug them tight, read them a book, kiss them goodnight, save them from monsters under their beds.
“Please sir, keep your seat belt on.”
He looked to his left and saw the panic in everyone’s eyes. Even her in her blue uniform, he could see how scared she was as she made sure everyone’s safety. He could feel that she was not ready for this to happen and her safety demonstration earlier was a script well memorized. Who was he to judge her though? This was probably her third flight this week and was eagerly waiting to go home. She’s probably wishing she never took this job. He wanted her to look at him, he wanted her to know that he understands. But she was too busy trying to keep a man in his seat. Why must everyone make her job ten times harder than it already is?
He turned to the couple sitting on his left. She was crying and he was holding her tight, he was crying as well. He couldn’t help but wishing he wasn’t alone in this. He didn’t want any more casualty but he could use a hand to hold. Her hand to hold as the plane crashes. He wanted to kiss her one last time and smell her again. He wanted to watch another beautiful sunset by her side and tell her that it’s not as beautiful as her and she would blush and smile. He was never going to see her smile again.
And his mind jumped from a thought to the other like a series of hyperlinks: I’ll never know who won the election, the Bad Hombre or the Nasty Woman. I’ll never know how “How To Get Away With Murder” ended. I’ll never go to the movies again. I’ll never listen to my favorite song again. I’ll never watch football again. I’ll never have a good meal again. Can’t believe my last one was a gluten free plane platter! Screw these new trends!
He couldn’t help but laugh. At least he could still laugh through this awful situation.
He did feel guilty about laughing though. These were terrible last moments and he needed to focus. He had so many mental messages that he wanted to send and there wasn’t much time left. He wished he had a piece of paper to write it all down. Note to self: buy a notebook for future flights. He thought about that for a moment and felt deeply saddened by the idea. These were terrible last moments and these were his last moments, thoughts, breaths on planet earth.
As his life flashed before his eyes and tears ran down his face, the plane kept falling at a scary rate. He looked through the window. Despite the speed of the fall, he could still see the sunset, more beautiful than ever. He could feel the end coming closer. He could see the ocean getting closer.
He closed his eyes, saw her face on a happy day and couldn’t help but smile. She was perfect and he was so lucky to be a part of her life. He hoped she knew exactly how he felt about her. He hoped she knew she was his very last thought.