First Lines

I worked with my "informal editor" tonight at my second job. He is one of my favorite people in the world for so many reasons (not just because he is willing to read my work) - we've understood each other since the day we met.
Whenever we work the same shift I am always left feeling inspired. Inspired to write, do good things, think, continue making a difference through teaching, etc. He's that type of person that makes you feel uplifted no matter what.
Tonight I left wanting to write and continue the stories that bounce around in my head. Time isn't exactly on my side though, I need to sleep at some point.
So I've settled for a small brain dump. Just like an activity from the spring semester with MWP, here are some first lines for stories to come:

It's been bad, it's been bad for a long time.  

To the man I begged to promise me that I wouldn't become one of his stories, I never promised you wouldn't be one of mine.

Red is a power color, Heather thought as she inspected her nails. She was dressed in her typical JCrew apparel, A-line monochromatic dress (royal blue today) with clean nude pumps and a matching cardigan, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.

"Don't you ever get bored?" He asked

He was pissed she didn't coddle him, so he overdosed again, this time with Ambien and whiskey.


That's it for today. I wish I didn't need sleep so that I could keep going.