First50Words has a great site that prompts you to write the first fifty words of a story. Here is one of mine.
She spoke three words I did not understand: Vienna, Philadelphia, Rio Blanco – my tendrils wrapped round her battered body; my attempts to feed her, vomited along a blackened chin. Lured by her distress call to this magnetic orb of desolation I too am now a prisoner.
Ten suns it takes my translater to spit back her final words: "…and I had to choose this assignment."
I will absorb her body and read the stories she has stored there. And I will wait for another, in a stronger ship, to absorb and rescue the two of us.