| Opening Line | Short Story | Author |
| The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. | |
| There's a guy like me in every state and federal prison in America, I guess... | |
| The sexton stood in the porch of Milford meetinghouse, pulling busily at the bell rope. | |
| Saturday afternoon she drove to the bakery in the shopping center. | |
| The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. | |
| Just recently, by air mail, I received an invitation to a wedding that will take place in England on April 18th. | |
| One dollar and eighty-seven cents. | |
| They were new patients to me, all I had was the name, Olson. | |
| There was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. | |
| For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. | |
| | Opening Line | Short Story | Author |
| Leroy Moffitt’s wife, Norma Jean, is working on her pectorals. | |
| Ennis Del Mar wakes before five, wind rocking the trailer, hissing in around the aluminum door and window frames. | |
| I read about it in the paper, in the subway, on my way to work. | |
| As long ago as 1860 it was the proper thing to be born at home. | |
| In the old days of King Arthur, of whom Britons speak great glory, this land was entirely filled with fairy power. | |
| On 25 March an unusually strange event occurred in St. Petersburg. | |
| Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap... | |
| Downstairs, Meatball Mulligan's lease-breaking party was moving into its 40th hour. | |
| There was a man and a dog too this time. | |
| Her name was Connie. | |
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