After thirty years of waiting for that one scene....

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Have you ever gotten a scene stuck in your head? Either movie or book and it just stuck with you? Not only stuck with you, but you used it throughout your life, homing it to fit your situation?

Then as a writer you knew at some point, somewhere you had to use this scene, well your version and spin on it?

In my late teens I read a series called the Pliocene epic/saga? Julian May I think. Pretty good series, one of the few sci fi books I enjoyed.

In the first book there's an annual competition between two races that inhabit Earth at this time. There is scene where the biggest and baddest of the bad guys(okay eventually you end up seeing them as more the good guys, but they were bad in this one) is ready to fight.

These creatures were shape shifters and always took on some fearsome appearance, but this guy? He says screw that, he's scary enough as it is. The author describes it as the ground shaking beneath his feet and when he enters the circle he slams his staff on the ground and everything shakes and his opponent is in this oh shit mode as is everyone watching.

I don't know why but wow the visual hit me hard. So hard that I used it in my mind all the time. I spent years entering martial arts tournaments and would see myself as him. The unbeatable, unstoppable force of nature that no one had a chance against(this is actually called visioning it...um, did not always work:eek:)

I saw it in my dart leagues, especially in the title matches and one in particular I had to play the deciding game one on one against the person who was the best 301 player in the league(second best when I was done...worked better in darts)

Saw other book and movie characters in his place, saw it with some of my characters in my own mind, but never had that right scenario because after all this it has to be perfect.

Thirty years later....I penned the rough draft over the last couple of nights. The challenger for the covens leadership going up against its current mistress Abigail. Mathias Lefay, is legendary. He's big, he's powerful, he's sadistic and he wields an ancient staff that no other coven member has been able to wield in several centuries.

An entire coven of bad ass witches(both male and female) fear him. They bow there heads when he walks past and their in awe of his power without the staff. The staff he slams into the ground once he enters the circle of truth and causes the ground to erupt around him....

I built it up differently and changed enough to make the scene my own, especially his posing and posturing beforehand and his nasty jibes and threats, but I felt I finally put that creative ace I've held up my sleeve since I was teen into play.

Has this happened for anyone else?
 
I have something like that, although it's not quite the same, I think.
I've read about some character who's a real womanizer, slick with words, sexy, but still a gentleman in the true sense of the word, listening to the women he befriends or beds, caring for them, making them feel important to him and going through hell and back for them all despite his own shady history, which haunts him in every way.

Being a shy guy throughout my lifetime he has inspired me to be more the man I want to be. A caring gentleman who actually listens to what his girlfriends actually talk about and what they worry about (hence the nickname I registered with). I'm still not great with words - though on the Internet I have a lot less problems with that - but I did notice women pay more attention to me when I talk to them. I haven't become a womenizer, nor do I intend to be, but I do like to please them.

My protagonists always tend to incorporate some of these parts as well, but I haven't been able to use the original character in a story so far, just parts of him.
 
Oh hell yes. I looked over one of my friends’ shoulders once at a CFNM porno she was watching, and since then, here’s my scene:

Bunch of women at a bachelorette party. Aunt and niece sitting around chatting about neice’s BF. Burly male stripper comes over and distracts aunt. Playful fun ensues, including a brief titfuck for the niece, then jump to the niece waking up hung over in the middle of the night to go piss. She’s sharing a hotel room with Auntie, and as she trudges back to her bed she sees, by the dim light from the bathroom, the burly stripper in bed with her aunt, both sleeping.

I can’t shake it. I’ve tried writing it from auntie’s, niece’s, and stripper’s perspective, and it’s nearly made it into three different stories. It has yet to fit.

In my shared universe, it “happened.” My characters refer to it obliquely, and it informs events in other stories. But it hasn’t yet been published.

Oh well. There’s always a Nude Day.
 
Have you ever gotten a scene stuck in your head? Either movie or book and it just stuck with you? Not only stuck with you, but you used it throughout your life, homing it to fit your situation?

Then as a writer you knew at some point, somewhere you had to use this scene, well your version and spin on it?

In my late teens I read a series called the Pliocene epic/saga? Julian May I think. Pretty good series, one of the few sci fi books I enjoyed.

In the first book there's an annual competition between two races that inhabit Earth at this time. There is scene where the biggest and baddest of the bad guys(okay eventually you end up seeing them as more the good guys, but they were bad in this one) is ready to fight.

These creatures were shape shifters and always took on some fearsome appearance, but this guy? He says screw that, he's scary enough as it is. The author describes it as the ground shaking beneath his feet and when he enters the circle he slams his staff on the ground and everything shakes and his opponent is in this oh shit mode as is everyone watching.

I don't know why but wow the visual hit me hard. So hard that I used it in my mind all the time. I spent years entering martial arts tournaments and would see myself as him. The unbeatable, unstoppable force of nature that no one had a chance against(this is actually called visioning it...um, did not always work:eek:)

I saw it in my dart leagues, especially in the title matches and one in particular I had to play the deciding game one on one against the person who was the best 301 player in the league(second best when I was done...worked better in darts)

Saw other book and movie characters in his place, saw it with some of my characters in my own mind, but never had that right scenario because after all this it has to be perfect.

Thirty years later....I penned the rough draft over the last couple of nights. The challenger for the covens leadership going up against its current mistress Abigail. Mathias Lefay, is legendary. He's big, he's powerful, he's sadistic and he wields an ancient staff that no other coven member has been able to wield in several centuries.

An entire coven of bad ass witches(both male and female) fear him. They bow there heads when he walks past and their in awe of his power without the staff. The staff he slams into the ground once he enters the circle of truth and causes the ground to erupt around him....

I built it up differently and changed enough to make the scene my own, especially his posing and posturing beforehand and his nasty jibes and threats, but I felt I finally put that creative ace I've held up my sleeve since I was teen into play.

Has this happened for anyone else?

Yes! Without a doubt!
 
Still, don't know that I will ever do it. But, ever since reading John Saul's "Creature," I've been flirting with the idea of doing something sort of like that. Except with a lot more sex.

*****

"Just be calm," she said. "He does this. Has ever since the procedure. If he starts getting aggressive, try to turn it to sex."

"What?! What the fuck do you mean, 'try to turn it to sex?!" I all but shouted at my best friend as her brother shuffled a step closer to me with his head hunched into his shoulders, growling lowly. I'd always sort of liked Jeremy, even when he was a sickly, scrawny little bookworm. And, with all the muscle mass he'd put on after what they only ever referred to as "the procedure" he was pretty hot. But, sex with him would be like sex with my brother. Wait! "Janet? What do you mean, 'turn it to sex?'" I asked in a much different tone as I turned wide eyes on her. A mistake. Jeremy didn't even seem to move, but when I looked back he was just there. Holy fuck, he was fast!

"Don't move, Tiff. He might hurt you if you do. He's really worked up tonight." Looking into his bloodshot grey eyes, I didn't see Jeremy. Hell, I didn't even see anything I recognized as human as his lip twitched up into a snarl and a low rumbling growl seemed to reverberate through my whole body. I thought I'd been afraid before. I hadn't even known what real fear was. "Be sexy," Janet said quietly. "When he's like this, he's either going to fight or fuck. And he doesn't really care which."

*****

Anyway, yeah. I should probably just let that one die its ignominious death without ever writing it on out. But, it has tended to stick with me as you say.
 
Still, don't know that I will ever do it. But, ever since reading John Saul's "Creature," I've been flirting with the idea of doing something sort of like that. Except with a lot more sex.

*****

"Just be calm," she said. "He does this. Has ever since the procedure. If he starts getting aggressive, try to turn it to sex."

"What?! What the fuck do you mean, 'try to turn it to sex?!" I all but shouted at my best friend as her brother shuffled a step closer to me with his head hunched into his shoulders, growling lowly. I'd always sort of liked Jeremy, even when he was a sickly, scrawny little bookworm. And, with all the muscle mass he'd put on after what they only ever referred to as "the procedure" he was pretty hot. But, sex with him would be like sex with my brother. Wait! "Janet? What do you mean, 'turn it to sex?'" I asked in a much different tone as I turned wide eyes on her. A mistake. Jeremy didn't even seem to move, but when I looked back he was just there. Holy fuck, he was fast!

"Don't move, Tiff. He might hurt you if you do. He's really worked up tonight." Looking into his bloodshot grey eyes, I didn't see Jeremy. Hell, I didn't even see anything I recognized as human as his lip twitched up into a snarl and a low rumbling growl seemed to reverberate through my whole body. I thought I'd been afraid before. I hadn't even known what real fear was. "Be sexy," Janet said quietly. "When he's like this, he's either going to fight or fuck. And he doesn't really care which."

*****

Anyway, yeah. I should probably just let that one die its ignominious death without ever writing it on out. But, it has tended to stick with me as you say.

Wow, Creature....what a blast from the past. Good book, crap bag movie.

This is an interesting concept. Not really something I would do, but I see its potential.
 
I've had some scenes stuck in my head for years. But once I use them in a story, it puts them to rest, and they leave me alone after that.
 
I've got scenes that have sat waiting for me to find the write time to use them.

The same here. Three or four pieces that I've either seen in a movie or imagined myself.

One day they'll come out, hopefully not to haunt me!
 
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