Last week on Master class, the following was given for a first line of a story. Click through to add your own piece or read the rest of the submissions!
I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen. I was on the fast track to any school I wanted – my fastball was clocked at 106 MPH. A motorcycle accident, two weeks in a coma and three surgeries to straighten my leg out, and I found myself with an awful lot of time doing not much of anything, with no-one around to keep me company. Turns out, the people who hang around with popular-you aren’t always the ones who stick with you through the tough times. My extraordinary life plan was as out of reach as the sun. Laid up in hospital with my life in shambles, I wasn’t much in the mood to read my usual sports mags. Reading was a great escape, though, and I went through the hospital library pretty quickly. My brother rolled his eyes when I asked him to hit up the public library for me. But since my accident, he’d hung up his helmet – the star quarterback learned his lesson from the has-been pitcher’s accident – so use of my parents’ van was granted in return for ‘helping your brother out’. Not one to go above and beyond, he’d swing by the library once a week, check out a shelf of books at random and return the ones I’d read. His lazy library visits did one good thing – they brought me the book that would change my life. Programming Your Life, by Franko Brunne, had an overly cheerful picture of the man himself giving two thumbs up on the cover. I know what you’re thinking… so this is what hitting rock bottom sounds like. I didn’t even have a laptop, but reading this book, I just had to try it out. Franko’s shtick was that writing the computer code for things you wanted to come true would “rewire your world”. It sounds lame, but hey, rock-bottom-jock, here. I was willing to try anything. His coding wasn’t quite like any programming language I’d already read about. And, with my brother working his way through the ‘computer’ section of the library, I’d read a lot. My first attempt was to write a code for my brother to bring me a coke. Easy enough, right? It could even happen, theoretically, without the code. If Jon weren’t such a tool. Nada. He didn’t even come into my room with a coke of his own. I found where I went wrong – no time requirements – and rewrote it. It was the most refreshing soda ever, and little bro didn’t even know it wasn’t his own idea. I practised on small things. Jon’d moved into the sci-fi and fantasy shelves, which definitely gave me some ideas. I fixed my leg – a miraculous recovery, my doctors said – but I never did get that sports scholarship. My leg wasn’t even my biggest accomplishment so far. Making things that already existed change wasn’t nearly as impressive as what I could create from nothing but a bit of led and lined paper.