This is an exercise where I take the first line of a book and start writing. The goal is to write a complete scene.
He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees.**
He wanted to peek around the tree, wanted to see if there was any chance he was safe, but he dared
not. One tiny movement might be enough to give him away. Besides if anything came close the leaves on the ground would crunch, branches might snap and crack, and there should be some heavy breathing. That’s another reason he wanted to stay tightly curled up, it would help muffle the sound of his breathing.
He tried to relax, tried to catch his breath, maybe he could get enough of it back that he could run again if he was found. In the distance he heard the snapping of a twig and a whispered curse. A moment later there was another snap, than another, the sound was moving away. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and sniffed the two little packages. The last two pieces of mom’s Halloween fudge. She wouldn’t make it again till next Halloween. If he could get away, they would both be his. His big brother would have to wait. It would be worth it.
**First line of “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Ernest Hemingway