Out There in the Cold: First Lines from Short Stories Fit for October

It’s here. Fall. Time to open the windows and let the wind in, to dig out sweatshirts pushed to the back of the closet. Afternoons are quiet now that cicadas are finally gone. Trees are turning. Geese are migrating. Pumpkins litter gardens and porches. Time to take the kids camping or apple-picking or to wander through a corn maze. And it’s the time for telling stories. That’s what our ancestors did once the harvest was in and the days grew short.

So to honor the tradition and the spookiest time of the year, I’ve made a new first-line list. These are short stories that not only have intriguing first lines but that I think are ripe for October picking – haunting tales for a haunted month. And many of them are available on the internet. So go get yourself a cup of hot chocolate, get a blanket for your feet, curl up in your favorite chair, and enjoy.

 “Out there in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for the coming of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machinery and lit the fog light up in the stone tower.”

“The Foghorn” by Ray Bradbury, published first in his collection, The Golden Apples of the Sun, in 1953.
Once a year, something answers the call of the lighthouse’s foghorn.
“There aren’t many hitchhikers on the road to Hell.”
“Dead Run” by Greg Bear, published first in OMNI magazine in 1985 and reprinted in his collection Tangents in 1989.
A truck driver ferries souls to Hell.
“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within the view of the melancholy House of Usher.”
“The Fall of the House of Usher” by Edgar Allan Poe, published first in Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine in 1839 and reprinted for the collection, Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, in 1840.
A tale of madness from America’s first master of the macabre.
“Mrs. Whitaker found the Holy Grail; it was under a fur coat.”
“Chivalry” by Neil Gaimen, published in his short story collection, Smoke and Mirrors, in 1998.
Something to lighten the list. An elderly widow finds the Holy Grail at a thrift shop.

Cthulu via lovecraft.wikia.com

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.”

“The Call of Cthulu” by H.P. Lovecraft first published in Weird Tales in 1928.
A found manuscript tells how its writer discovered evidence of an ancient cult.
“On the way out to Tempe, I saw a dead jackal on the road.”
“The Last of the Winnebagos” by Connie Willis, published first in Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine in 1988 and reprinted in her collection, Impossible Things, in 1994. Won the Nebula for best novella in 1988 and the Hugo for best novella in 1989. Despite its length I chose to include it as a short story because I can and I really like this one.
A vision of a dystopian future in which a pandemic has wiped out man’s best friend.
“So I’m filling the catsup bottles at the end of the night, and I’m listening to the radio Charlie has stuck up on top of a movable panel in the ceiling, when the door opens and one of them walks in.”
“Out of All Them Bright Stars” by Nancy Kress, first published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction in 1985. Won a Nebula for best short story in 1986.
A waitress at a truck stop finds herself serving an alien.
“Cassandra” by C.J. Cherryh, published first in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction in 1978 and later reprinted in her collection, Visible Light, in1986. Won a Hugo for best short story in 1979.
Cassandra is cursed with precognition and lives with a horrifying vision of the future.
“It was forty miles from Horlicks University in Pittsburgh to Cascade Lake, and although dark comes early to that part of the world in October and although they didn’t get going until six o’clock, there was still a little light in the sky when they got there.”
“The Raft” by Stephen King, published first in Gallery magazine in 1982 and reprinted in his collection, Skeleton Crew, in 1985.
The modern master of horror doesn’t disappoint in this dark little tale.
“Brother Jimmy-Joe Billy-Bob brought the Word to the New Yorkers on the eve of Christmas Eve, paddling his long dugout canoe east up the Forty-second Street Conflu-ence and then north, against the tide, up Fifth Avenue, past the point where the roof of the Public Library glowed greenly under the surface of the darkening waters.”
“Vexed to Nightmare by a Rocking Cradle” by Dan Simmons published in Mile High Futures in 1985 and reprinted in his collection Prayers to Broken Stones in 1990.
Not your average post-apocalyptic story. The darkest tale on the list and artfully told.
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  1. Paul J. Stam

     /  October 12, 2012

    They are all Great first lines. I only remember about half of them. Have a great weekend.

  2. Thanks for this post. I should really read more short stories. Of all these, I’ve only read “The Fall of the House of Usher”. I read a lot more short stories when I was younger, but nowadays I want total escape, I want to completely immerse myself in another world, and that’s just not possible in short stories. I could have a collection in my car, though, for those many times I have to kill an hour or so in between kid-driving stuff.

  3. Connie Willis and Nancy Kress are two of my favs! I subscribed to “Fantasy and Science Fiction” and “Asimov’s” for years and loved the zing of short stories. Alas, wealthier times. I’ve sold off so much of my library I don’t have many anthologies left, but I found a couple.

    “Mrs. MacLaughlin was terribly old.” in the short story The Dragon’s Head by Karen Joy Fowler published in the book Artificial Things. The subtitle to this short story is “Halloween 1955” so you can guess that Mrs. MacLaughlin is more than just old.

    “It came to him suddenly, a moment of blackness as he sat working late a his desk.” in the short story Quietus by Orson Scott Card published in the book Maps in a Mirror: The Short Fiction of Orson Scott Card. This story is in the section “The Hanged Man: Tales of Dread.” Also, a give-away.

    • I just love Connie Willis! I’ve read most of her novels and every short story I could get my hands on. I think she’s a short story master and she can do haunting and/or funny equally well. (Ever read Bellwether? Very fun.) I haven’t read as much of Nancy Kress but what I have is so good. I think I will seek out the rest of her work. And those are both great magazines. I used to read them pretty regularly, but never seem to find the time the last few years. Thanks for the first-liners! I have a growing list of books to look for at my favorite used bookstore (and a credit from trade-ins!) so I think I will visit soon.

  4. My favorite here:
    “There aren’t many hitchhikers on the road to Hell.”
    Love these posts you’ve been doing recently, Tori.

  5. Wonderful first liners – spooky!

  6. hello… i like The Fall of the House of Usher best – sends shivers down one’s spine. the others are captivating and full of imagery, too… i have a feeling, just a feeling, you like to read to be spooked out, haha. you’re the hardworking reader, Tori… regards to you and your loved ones 😉

  7. Great choices!


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