This is one from a book I'm writing, somewhat autobiographical, it is both the first line of the book, and the last:

"Katherine Marie is a beautiful girl of average height with a soft voice; she is loved by an impetuous boy."


The story covers many years, but as you might guess, the "girl," remains the same inside as she was when the "boy," first met her at the end.

i have nothing to contribute at this point in time, as what ive been writing is just chunks of text, currently 'there is no beginning there is no end'.

*edit* i didnt actually finish my post before i press enter, whoops.

i love what you've written though, it makes me want to read more..

At dawn upon the gallows, he screamed his ire and hate
So before the sun could warm the day...

They broke his neck with cruel rope
woven from one single twist of fate.

A short story: Judgement Suspended

From my short story, "Requiem for the Black Knight."

First Line:
"Tel Blackthorn, Earl of Monte, Protector of the Crown, Savior of the People, and hero of the
Great War was dying."

Last Line:
"He stood."

Sipurahava, I've also written something with that begins and ends the same, in this case, with a woman reciting Fily Dabo Sisoko's La Nuit:



Doug

One of my best first lines (from a poem) is:

Does a cat in time save nine?

I've long toyed with the idea of writing a sequel to Hamlet that begins with the stage direction: Enter Opelia, dripping.

More seriously, the first and last lines of what I consider my best poem are:

You nothing said, but your eyes swam, like lapis lazuli deep set
....
....
Corners to conceal discomfort it, some apprehensive hours.

From a story called A False Thermidor:

I wanted to explore the themes found in works by such artists as Marie De France, Miguel de Cervantes, Lawrence Stern, Immanuel Kant, John Watkins Chapman, Ludwig Wittgenstein, Gertrude Stein, Alberto Giacometti, Samuel Beckett, Marcel Duchamp, Jorge Luis Borges, Jacques Derrida, W.V. O. Quine, Nobu Matsuhisa, Roland Barthes, John Zorn, Donald Barthelme, and William H. Gass.



"Young man, what is your favorite George Sand novel?"

" The cold of night casts dark shadows which chill
the very being of my soul with icy
longing which takes my breath and leaves it short."

"And in my pain I give myself to those
who will only use that which i have to give
so that nothing is left, I am alone."

First and last lines.

The original first line of my story was:

The normal bustle of the enclave had momentarily been brought to a halt by a crash loud enough to be heard three blocks away.

But that whole paragraph was boring and has been chopped out. The new first line is:

Richard Fairbourne looked down at the mangled remains that had recently been his partner’s prized 1969 Mustang.

I know, it's a terrible thing to do to a 1969 Mustang. But if you're a writer, sometimes you have to be brutal.

:::much mirth and thrashing about on the floor in helpless hysterics:::

Priceless!

First line: “I want to stink!” The battle cry rings out,
Last line: Come here. Hold still. Ah, there’s the rub of it!

From a poem.

A recent short story called "Bus Ride' starts

"His smell hit her the instant before he did"

And ends

"She wondered how life would be without him"