#Writers Page 1 of your book: “Open,” say’s me! – Part 2b. Another sample opening

On Tuesday I posted Part 2a of a two post series. This is part 2b.

I gave you a chance to write your own opening. Remember?
(If you didn't do Part 1a, I recommend you close this post and open and read the one immediately preceding it before you continue here.)

1. Select any of the following versions of the prompt below. All versions have the same focus. There is a difference in degree.
2. Write the rest of the opening to a story.
3. Any genre.
4. Write 150-750 words.

The front door wasn’t latched.

The front door was open.

The front door wasn’t closed tight.

The front door was ajar.

“The front door’s open.”

Italicized font indicates the thoughts of a character that only the character and the reader are aware of.

First line: “The front door’s open.”

·               What’s next?

You write the action. My opening is 354 words. I use italicized text to define verbiage as a THOUGHT by a character.

I wrote the following opening. 

Jerrod Lynch smiled as the thought floated through his brain. His children knew better than to leave the door unlocked, let alone open, when he was at work.

I’ll have a little fun.

He stepped off the porch and moved behind the Hibiscus to the left of the door. He took less than a minute to phone a friend and set his plan in motion. He checked his watch. 5:30 p.m.

By 6:30, Jerrod’s twins, Alison and Alexander, would learn a lesson. As a bonus, he’d enjoy every minute. He stepped back on the porch and pushed the door open just enough to get inside. 

Bingo!

With a smile so big is almost split his face into almost equal top and bottom halves, he collected a backpack from the floor to the right of the door and a loose notebook labeled “ESS” from the “table” just beyond.

He retreated to the porch, pulling the door closed as he exited. He took three steps off the porch and into the landscaped area of the front yard.

Come on, Ed.

As though on cue, Ed Long, his high school buddy and neighbor two doors down emerged from the side of his house and tip-toed comedically across the lawn.

“Har, Matey. Does this be my booty?” Ed asked in his best pirate voice.

“Aye, Cap’n.”

Jerrod handed Ed the backpack and the notebook. After a brief explanation of the rest of his role, he shooed his friend back in the direction he’d come.

Showtime!

“Honey, I’m home,” he called as he burst through the front door. That wasn’t an uncommon action for him upon arriving home from work.

“There’s no honey here,” two early adolescent voices responded. Jerrod’s wife refused to be called “by any food nickname,” so it fell to Alison and Alexander to answer.

They’re home. That’s excellent!

Alex barreled down the stairs. Ali glided through the large opening between the kitchen and the living area.

“Hi, Dad!” called in perfect unison.

The twins often spoke and acted as though they transmitted thoughts telepathically. They called it their wonder twin power. They called it twinning.

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Genre: Science Fiction
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Is there any place where the reader is confused?

Is there an information dump?

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