We tried this a couple of weeks ago, and I was just so pleased with the variety of first lines you guys came up with! You guys have amazing imaginations. Here’s this week’s picture. Remember, you’re writing a story where this pic is your inspiration.
What’s your first line?
Mine:
The smell emanating from the mouth of the ancient sequoia was too hard to resist.
Now you go! Remember, no critiquing. Just let your imagination run.
(And if you have fun doing this, why not take it a step further and write a flash fiction story? You could win a $50 Amazon gift card if you post one over at Killer Chicks! Need more inspiration? Check out OUR attempts at flash fiction RIGHT NOW!)
Have a great weekend!
he could just see the glow of two amber pinpoints of light and with a start he realized they were eyes staring back at him.
The darkness inside beckoned, to where exactly he didn't know and didn't want to know.
Magic illuminated all around the forest, for now he waited, rain would come and a world unlike any other would open.
Timmy saw something nasty in the forest. (Stolen right from Cold Comfort Farm: "I saw something nasty in the woodshed.") hehehehe
He slipped the flash drive into a crack in the tree trunk.
'I knew I must approach carefully, for the wizard's son, the object my frantic chase and bitter revenge, was preparing to nestle among the roots of an ancient tree.'
Great pic!
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His fear eclipsed the girth of the tree.
I LOVE THESE!
A low moan reverberated from deep within the bowels of the tree and Brian knew he would never be the same.
When ya gotta go, ya gotta go, but Hermann had some serious doubts about his choice of tree.
The boy slipped into the large crevice in the ancient tree to discover and ancient world.
I just read all the starters. They are all so wonderful!
Jason disappeared inside the tree over an hour ago, but James still hesitated to enter. Brothers were such a pain in the ass sometimes.
Ok, two lines. I couldn't control myself!
Miles read the two words carved into the tree and froze.
Peter promised himself never to return to the tree, but the lure of the world waiting inside was too much to resist. One more time.
Hi Jennifer! Thanks for finding me!
I wandered around your blog a bit — holy speedy book deal, Batman, you went from manuscript to agent to Publisher's Marketplace in four months!?!
I placed one hand on the warm, weathered bark of the sequoia and was overwhelmed by the vibrant life emitting from it.
As Peter stared up, the vast stillness of the immense sequoia drove home the fact that in the last week, he’d been buffeted like a piece of lint carried on a prevailing breeze.
The tree called to him, whispering sweet promises of warmth and happiness; all he had to do was step inside.
This seals it: you guys all write WAY BETTER first lines than I do.
Thanks for stopping by, everyone!