Stephenie Wilson Peterson

Her voice. It’s my first memory, and now it echoes through my bones. #1stLinePit #mg #p #m #q

#1stLinePit Dinnie scooped a flower, stem gliding between her fingers until yellow petals tickled her nose. It smelled of wilderness and freedom, the foreign concepts she dreamt about on a daily basis.  #F #A #Q

Sen, only thirteen, glanced behind, but night had veiled the forest in black. Moonlight allowed glimpses of shimmering leaves, the crook of branches, and the glow of green eyes. Her chasers. #1stLinePit #C #NA #Spec #F #CMe

The danger of our fragile truce was how the smallest spark could reignite the feud—like accidentally trespassing on enemy territory. "Lycki, stop!" I shouted, but my little brother's green tunic and blond hair slipped through the branches ahead. #1stLinePit #NA #RF #Q #QMe

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#1stLinePit ‘Sweat trickled down the back of Nieve’s neck as she sweltered in her beaten-up, standard issue armour. She was as far from her home in the frozen north as it was possible to get in the Kingdom’s bounds.’ #Q #NA #RF #CMe

Looking through my QueryTracker profile and trying to decide which agents to query. As a seasoned author, I've been down this road before. Considering starting some of my queries with "You may remember me from previous rejections." 😂 #amquerying

My mother was a patient woman, careful with her flowers and her words. "White roses are for innocence, red for passion, pink for happiness. And yellow for infidelity," she told me, as her spade opened the soft earth. "In that order. Do you understand?" #1stLinePit #A #F #WIP

#1stLinePit “It was well known in those days that The Most Honourable Abner Evington, 5th Marquess of Granborough, had no children, nor had he married in his 83 years.”

Avery is a buzz of need and power, forgotten where he ends and where the ship begins as if they’ve melded into one. He runs a gloved hand over the shining metal surface of the interstellar coloniser that will become, without a doubt, the grave of hundreds. #1stLinePit #A #SF #WIP

#1stLinePit I was human once. I needed to feel the ocean’s breath one final time, to taste the salty air sweeping in from the wild Atlantic, air that was full of memories not only of the first time I had seen this place but of all the memories of my Dearest M who lay thousands of miles west. #c #q #LF #a

@zipitelle I'd totally read this based on this first line!

The pressure in my heart swells. I feel it push fear through my arms, weakening my hold on my phone. It runs through my legs and feet, and I wonder whether I might collapse in a splat on my rainbow rug before I can even read their hateful words out loud. “Hey- #1stLinePit #ya #c

'Reverend Green could never abide those tired cucumber sandwiches that the Mrs. repeatedly offered their guests for tea. After twenty years of 'bland-for-business' fare, Mr. Green craved the sweet scones and clotted cream reserved for happier occasions.' #1stLinePit #SP #H #A #HF

Maddy blinked away the tears blurring her vision over the pathetically small pile of boxes in her new apartment's foyer. “What’ve you done, Matilda Elizabeth Maxwell Beckworth? Divorced. Friendless.” #1stLinePit #Q #A #Con #WF #LGBT #R

From "I'll Catch You if You Fall" - a story inspired by the real lives of my kids. My name is Owen, and I’m eight years old. I can read big books, run (almost) as fast as the flash, and draw really cool comics. I think I’m lots of fun. And I have epilepsy. #1stLinePit #pb

@EDunckle Well now I want to go to the beach!

Running down the beach I go, kicking sand like summer’s snow. #1stLinePit #PB #unagented

I stared through my hand, awestruck at its transparency, and the pale film it cast over my vision. Far less shocking was the smoke and flames of destruction that surrounded the capital city far below. "It's getting worse... I'm fading away." #1stLinePit #WIP #A #RF

Now that we're at the end of the day on the east coast, I'm gonna share my #1stLinePit! #WIP #F #A *** The Queen’s rooms smelled like death. Tamar had only been on duty a few minutes, but already, the stale air and stench of decay threatened to overwhelm her. ***