Inspiration

[entitled]

Isn't it odd how an inspiration can come from the strangest things?

i currently have a non-erotic story revolving around a pine cone, of all things. Another is nothing but a conversation between two people laying back and watching the clouds.

There's always the offhand comment overheard in the market, or made in a thread somewhere, that sparks the imagination and makes my fingers itch to start writing.

Isn't it odd?

 

[Guest]

Isn't it odd how an inspiration can come from the strangest things?

i currently have a non-erotic story revolving around a pine cone, of all things. Another is nothing but a conversation between two people laying back and watching the clouds.

There's always the offhand comment overheard in the market, or made in a thread somewhere, that sparks the imagination and makes my fingers itch to start writing.

Isn't it odd?

I can be inspired often by a phrase that pops into my mind, or often a photo. Then I have to write a story to use the phrase, or where the photo might illustrate the story.

Yesterday, this paragraph flowed easily. Now I have to write a story sometime using it.

My neighbor Darlene, was a skinny girl, with unremarkable brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, unflattering heavy glasses, and an inability to meet your eyes when you spoke to her. I would say she had the whole shy librarian thing going on, but I'd dated a librarian once. She was passionate about books and reading and that extended into her life. She gave me an incredible blowjob in lue of a kiss at the end of our first date, and fucked me silly on our second date--at the beginning of our second date--we finally ate dinner about midnight that night. No, my neighbor wasn't the shy librarian type, just shy.

 

[entitled]

I can be inspired often by a phrase that pops into my mind, or often a photo. Then I have to write a story to use the phrase, or where the photo might illustrate the story.

Yesterday, this paragraph flowed easily. Now I have to write a story sometime using it.

My neighbor Darlene, was a skinny girl, with unremarkable brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, unflattering heavy glasses, and an inability to meet your eyes when you spoke to her. I would say she had the whole shy librarian thing going on, but I'd dated a librarian once. She was passionate about books and reading and that extended into her life. She gave me an incredible blowjob in lue of a kiss at the end of our first date, and fucked me silly on our second date--at the beginning of our second date--we finally ate dinner about midnight that night. No, my neighbor wasn't the shy librarian type, just shy.

You do realize you just described the me of ten years ago perfectly, don't you?

 

[Guest]

You do realize you just described the me of ten years ago perfectly, don't you?

Nine years ago. You'd have to be 18 for what I'm going to have that girl do!

 

[entitled]

Nine years ago. You'd have to be 18 for what I'm going to have that girl do!

um... Almost ten years ago. That work?

i went to college. Shyness went out the window as soon as i realized the dorms were coed and nobody really watched who went in which shower.

 

[Guest]

um... Almost ten years ago. That work?

i went to college. Shyness went out the window as soon as i realized the dorms were coed and nobody really watched who went in which shower.

"As a freshman, I discovered beer and sex, in that order." I had a girl tell me that one time.

Was the guy expecting you, or did you just pop in unexpectedly?

 

[entitled]

"As a freshman, I discovered beer and sex, in that order." I had a girl tell me that one time.

Was the guy expecting you, or did you just pop in unexpectedly?

He popped in, actually. Thought i was his flavor of the week, who was in the next stall.

Oops.

 

[Guest]

He popped in, actually. Thought i was his flavor of the week, who was in the next stall.

Oops.

So, did he scamper off next door, or did you give him a new flavor?

 

[entitled]

So, did he scamper off next door, or did you give him a new flavor?

He asked me to join the two of them - and she heard. i laughed so hard i couldn't breathe listening to the string of cussing she hit him with. No more flavor of the week.

i was a good little girl in the showers, for the most part. Baseball dugout is an entirely different story. Parties in the desert were interesting. Kept it clean in the dorms, though.

 

[logophile]

I'm working on a poem right inspired by smelling a neighbor's cigarette smoke through my bedroom window. Strange inspiration is right.

 

[entitled]

I'm working on a poem right inspired by smelling a neighbor's cigarette smoke through my bedroom window. Strange inspiration is right.

That's an interesting one.

What about sounds? With the leaves getting ready to start falling, it got me thinking of the nice crunchy sound they make. Something could easily be written around that.

 

[Stella_Omega]

How about the lines from Paul Simon;
"Music from the radio
coming from the room next door
And I heard my momma laugh, the way some ladies do"
(Late in The Evening)

 

[McKenna]

I pulled the name of my male lead character in Private Property: No Trespassing from a tombstone. We had been camping in the mountains, checking out this old mining town. I like checking out old cemeteries, so we had a look. I remembered the name from one of the stones.

Actually, that whole camping trip inspired the plot of the story.

 

[mack_the_knife]

I pulled the name of my male lead character in Private Property: No Trespassing from a tombstone. We had been camping in the mountains, checking out this old mining town. I like checking out old cemeteries, so we had a look. I remembered the name from one of the stones.

Actually, that whole camping trip inspired the plot of the story.

I use the names of women who turn me on for female leads.

 

[Guest]

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[Guest]

I am inspired by glimpses I get of neighbors through windows at night.

I take it you won that auction for a nightscope on e-bay?

 

[Guest]

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[mack_the_knife]

People in passing cars having conversations or other activities can be an intersting jumping off point...what ARE they talking about so animatedly?

 

[entitled]

I am inspired by ENtitled's AVs (present and past).

Aww...

 

[cloudy]

The halloween story I just submitted was inspired this past week when my mom and I were talking last week about this stuffed tiger my brother had. It had glow in the dark eyes, and it used to scare the shit out of him at night, when it was in the closet.

Yep, in comes when it comes.