**The challenge:** 100 first-page story hooks in sixty days. Just the first page (or less), and it has to hook the reader to want more. I'm now into the home stretch, and it's been a very long and interesting ride. Today, in fact, I'll finish them all up. They're all there, on my hard drive, one hundred new story possibilities. Two months of hard work. And it was *hard*.

Both of these come from my writing notebook, which even after the past two months isn't even close to being exhausted.

## Ninety-seven:

It’s amazing how fast you can forget a little thing like a broken arm the moment someone points a gun in your direction.
Warburton hauled his Glock 40 from the waistband of his pants and pointed the gleaming thing at my head.

“You can’t shoot me with that,” I said. “It’s got your sweat all over it. I’ll get infected.”

He pulled the trigger anyway, but I wasn’t there anymore, because I launched myself off the parapet and into cold space.
On the way down the side of the Spanish castle I began to wonder if perhaps I’d made a mistake.


 
## Ninety-eight:

It wasn’t love at first sight, when I saw Maya. But third sight was just as good.

She straightened up from shadow to sunshine, a gentle smile on her face, ebony hair spilling down her back. It felt like being raised from the dead.

Then she reached out for Quinn, laying her bronze hand on his arm, and it felt like being lowered back down again.

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~Cristof
 
P.S. This series is the brainchild of [The New Creatives](https://www.byutv.org/show/088bf338-e026-4dc0-8483-be34a5bf9bc8/the-new-creatives), which challenged us to create 100 of something as a way of attaining mastery of a particular art form (or beginning the process, more like). This is my attempt. #TNCmy100