Story Openings

Feel free to use these if you want. I made these in English for creative writing, comment the number of your favourite. I will use the most popular so please vote and repost :)

(1)
Proper stories are supposed to have heroes, in this... Things aren't so simple.
<<hinting at a complicated plot>>

(2)
When I came to I was in the same darkness I thought I had escaped, if there was a light at the end of the tunnel. It had long since burn't out.
<<waking up>>

(3)
More chips of wood splinter over my head, as each bullet crashes into the log I use as a shelter. I hear the sound of jeeps, every one of them ferrying more ruthless soldiers. We are outgunned and outnumbered, fight is not an option, I see people who were once friends, torn apart by machine-gun fire. They continue to advance into our camp, one man jumps over my log holding a knife; screaming. He gets 5 meters before the ground in front of him explodes, blowing him back so his ragged corpse lies limply next to me, I try to scream but find my self unable and dazed. Gut instinct takes over, fighting is not an option. Prizing the knife from the man's hand I look to the forest streatching out in front of me, realising my only option. Run and survive.
I get up during a gap in the firing and sprint to the trees before me. As people see I hear angry shouts to attack, but driven by some animal force I dart deeper into the forest, only when I seize to hear the explosions and gun clatter I stop to take a breath. Then embrace the forest, with only a knife I must survive, or die trying.
<<Survival>>

(4)
I felt the blood rushing in my ears; bringing me back to my heartbeat-which was fast-I tried to force an eye open, white light entering and temporarily blinding me. I forced it open again, trying to get a grip on where I was. As I adjusted to the light I managed to take another look. More white.

My head spun as I lay there awkwardly, the floor was cold, damp and hard; the room, small and bright white. I rolled over onto my front, with the hope of getting onto my feet, I got to my knees, doubled over with my hands on the floor.

It was all too much, the effort of holding myself there, in consciousness while my brain screamed for answers.
Sod it. I collapses on the floor, slipping into sleep.

He was in a forest, dense and dark, filled with beeches and the odd pine. All towering high above him. A wind began to blow, stirring leaves into their mad dance. The wind came from all sides, howling in the trees, which all leaned in towards him. He was the centre of everything. The eye of the storm which was growing more violent by the second.
He turned; dived towards the ground cradling his head, the white light spilled in, faintly to start but becoming ever more intense. It filled the forest. blinding.

I felt the cold again. Cold and damp.
<<Escape>>

(5)
All the destinguished guests took their places, each one high ranking with incredible political power, even the president made himself present, now for my task: Convince all of America that extra terrestrials pose no threat... How hard could it be?
<<sci-fi mystery>>