Opening Lines to Earth-Shattering Works of Unwritten Fiction

Ethan left his goat to pursue his dream.

Though the rabbi had been pressed, he came home that evening without any new linens.

"Break out the cigars," said the captain.  "We've got ourselves a storm to confront!"

The flower wilted after prolonged periods of shouting and naysaying.

How do you break the news to a newly-wed couple about what was taken from their home while they were on their honeymoon?

Celia's cancer was no match for her AIDS.

My mother made many magenta mittens, making Millie Morton's mopishly marauding meerkat moan momentously.  Maybe.

Once the life of the party, Alice's exuberance faded after the surgery.

"Be you in a candied house ere mine eyes doth deceive me," Ralph bellowed.

The rocks were high, but the tea was steaming and no one could piece together the events of the past few days.

I was embarrassed to learn that Eleanor's cake was too small to fit ninety-seven candles.

The twins were kicking each other again.

Though it's been hard modeling my life after that of a famous Greek aristocrat, I have found solace in the light of a newly opened bottle of champagne.

In retrospect, perhaps we should have foreseen that Dad's first clarinet lesson would also be his last.