I like all of them except three, because it just doesn't seem specific enough.
I'm not bad at starting stories. It's just finishing them I have trouble with. Some of my favorites from my own stuff are:
From my untitled urban fantasy -
What I don't get is why I can swing a hammer at my orc friend's bare head and he's all down with it, but fling a paperclip at him unprepared and all of a sudden he's Mr. Surly.
These are lines I'm still toying with to start my epic, which I've written pieces of but still don't know how to start -
It's one thing to suspect I'm fate's bitch, but it wasn't encouraging when Fate herself confirmed it.
Sometimes, even godlike beings of unparallelled power just want a taste of cold beer and a foot rub. (I'm really eh on this one)
It wasn't hard for evil to feel confident when the apprentice to all things good launched herself out of an armchair, across five universes and a minor pocket dimension, only to land herself in a flurry of falling leaves among the upper branches of an oak tree somewhere in Michigan.
When time ceases to have any meaning, and the end of everything is ready to begin, it all came down to them: The pretty boy and the street rat, down by the lake.
And my favorite of all, from my short story Devilish:
The six damned souls sat in blue plastic chairs arranged in a semi-circle.