Open up the file of the last fic you worked on, copy the very first sentence of that fic (no cheating!), add it to the bottom of this post, and reblog.
Shallan Davar knew she should probably be asleep, but she simply didn’t feel tired.
You like oranges.
The little part of Sara that was keeping her alive in the middle of the coldest Valentine’s day New York could remember liked to sing.