I love reading all of these! The first opening lines are so important and sometimes I'll just browse books and flip them open to read the first page.
I haven't posted any of my writings anywhere before, but I'll post a small bit of what I've written in the past. This was a long time ago on an abandoned WIP, so please be kind lol
The squeaky door hinges pull Vasya's attention away from the crack in the ceiling she’s memorized over the past six months. The same crack in the plaster. The same tune the hinges sing as the door opens. The same hard mattress. And the same doctor with the same questions.
The doctor is nice enough - kind brown eyes, a patient smile, and a halo of tight curls around her head. The sterile fluorescent lights do little to dim the radiance of her warm brown skin. It took two of the six months to learn that her name is Jessica, but she still hasn’t shared her last name. Maybe in another four months, she’ll be blessed with knowing it. But for now, she turns to watch Jessica walk into the small room and sit on the same stool with the same clipboard.
Edit: This is more than three sentences I know, but with the repetition I'm trying to get across, I decided to overshare a bit. Sorry!