Try using one of these lines to begin a story... OR, try shaking things up and use them as last lines...

I always knew that moving from an English city to a small American town was going to be an experience, but I really had no clue.

Her eyes reflected in the water below her and she could see the change in herself.

She didn't want to hope anymore. Hope had gotten her in to the situation and she found it hard to believe that hope would get her back out of it.

"I'm leaving you."

His usually quiet footsteps echoed violently around the empty church ad he walked purposefully towards the pulpit.

Snuggling lower in to her chair, she pulled the soft woolen blanket up around her chin and breathed a contented sigh.

He turned the television off, wishing he'd done so hours ago. Turning to leave the room he got the distinct impression that he wasn't alone in the house, but disregarded it as a trick of his tired mind.

She swept her arm across the desk, fanning pieces of paper across the room.

"Hello?"

Being careful not to make a sound, Sarah crept down the stairs and through the front door, disappearing under the dark blanket of night.

He was so cool. 

A million stars shone in her pearlescent eyes as tears spilled from them, hitting the dusty floor around her feet.

The white plastic stick trembled in her hand as she waited for the coloured line to appear.

It was the sixth time that week that his eye had fallen out and, quite frankly, it was becoming a little annoying.

Ducks had always been Maurice's downfall.

Frost crept up the tires of the rusty bicycle as it stood, abandoned, against the garden wall.

<Name> shuffled the cards expertly as everyone else looked on amazed, waiting for him to slip up and fan them across the room.

Blood rolled down her arm and soaked in to her sleeve.

The snow fell around them, settling on the window panes. It spread out across the ground in a growing quilt of pure cold.

I should have listened when she told me to wash my hands.

"How Much are those pants?"

The velvety juice of the over-ripe pear dribbled down his chin and dripped on to his shirt.

The rising sun crested over the mountains, shattering the darkness of the previous night.

His eyes scanned her face, looking for something hidden behind her smile.

The fell silently over the headstones as the caretaker walked down the path towards the church doors, his shift almost over.

The confetti fell around them as the tears rolled down her face.