Real life scenes that inspire you

[iwatchus]

Or just make you happy, I guess.

I am sitting in a bakery/cafe I frequent. @ElectricBlue would approve. It is mostly young women working the counter, but there is a young man who works regularly now. He started about 6 months ago I think.

When he started, he was so shy. The second or third time I saw him here, he was tentatively flirting with the young woman working with him. I have enjoyed watching him grow and blossom. Today, he was chatting with at least three young women working with him. And chatting with the customers too. All his co-workers beam when comes towards them.

It is perhaps my favorite aspect of teaching. Young people grow so much between high school and graduating from college. I don’t think any of us appreciate in ourselves at the time.

Any way, I suspect that young man will make an appearance in a story at some point, likely as a main character.

Just a slice of life that I can build on. What do others see?

 

[Jorunn]

Being a Wandering Spirit, I have been able to travel throughout Europe and have used Norway, Netherlands, Greenland, France, and other countries in my stories. I enjoy history, so I include some in those stories, as well as food, customs, architecture, and nature.

As far as a single location, the one I hope to use is from my time working at a hostel near Geirangerfjord. (See Disney’s Frozen). I set up breakfasts there, and got to meet many international travelers. But also met and made friends with my co-workers. There are many slices of life in such simple settings.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

I once knew a call girl who would tell us stories about her clients. She told us once about a client who wanted a 'Texas Rose' and had us all rolling on the floor. Even she herself couldn't tell the story without falling apart laughing. That scene is going into the story that I'm writing right now.

What is a Texas Rose? You'll have to read the story. ; )

I also posted a snippet in another thread of a conversation regarding the definition of prostitution. That was based on a real conversation at a dinner party and that scene is also in this story.

Actually a third scene in this story has my main character have a professional phone voice different from her normal voice. I got that from a co-worker who always answered the phone in a sexy phone voice different from her normal voice and some of the guys at work would comment on it.

 

[NotWise]

I find settings and details. Two cases come to mind. The setting for the slow-motion car chase and confrontation in Her Bodyguard was taken from a visit to suburban Chicagoland. More recently, Deal is a Deal borrowed details from a stay in the Detroit area.

 

[FrancesScott]

Both the FMC and half of the first scene of much hated short story, Ice Cream, was inspired by going to a dairy farm back in my home town when visiting my folks.

 

[YDB95]

Both A Hairy Ride Down and The Swimsuit Test were inspired by a real aqua-aerobics class I took several years ago and a beautiful woman who was also in that class. I can only wish the endings were real, too.

 

[Rob_Royale]

I was changing a tire on my SUV at a highway weigh station recently and saw a beautiful, curvy blonde woman climb out of the cab of a semi. A big gal, she was just spectacular in jeans and a ladies-cut khaki shirt. I just finished the first draft of my story featuring this nameless beauty, today.

 

[SimonDoom]

As a runner I will often see a woman running in a little outfit on the trail ahead of me, and notice how attractive she is as I draw closer, and wonder who she is, is it someone I know, how old is she, etc. I wrote a story based on this idea, roughly, only the young male runner, after thinking to himself how attractive she is in the distance, finds out it's his mom.

My story Summer at the lake with my Sister is inspired a real overnight hike I did to a gorgeous lake high in the mountains.

 

[Writer61]

Locations and, often exaggerated, experiences from my life reappear in several of my stories,

 

[KittyOfSteele]

The City Life writing exercise? Inspired by the time I went out one fateful night at 2 AM, and I still remember the stray dogs trying to pick a fight against that hobo who managed to scared them off. I honestly thought the dogs were going to bark at me.

The Woman at the Speakeasy? Characters and plot are fictional; the speakeasies are fictional, but the background with the civil war and stuff... It's real, and it all started the day after that fateful night from before, and it lasted for three or four months... It feels longer considering I spent those months pretty much hiding underneath my bed out of pure bad luck. I can only recall that I started to feel safer almost by the time the year ended.

 

[fma20fma]

accidental window curtain partial open when i visited and watching my ex bf's dad and mom in bareback anal sex act inspired me.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Ignoring my quasi-biographical stories, I wrote At Whorey’s Piers based on vacations on the Jersey Shore and a summer job as a lifeguard. Aside from the [many] real-life settings, the story was entirely fabricated.

 

[Britva415]

I work in a park and interact with members of the public regularly. Yesterday two very fine milves concluded a hike and walked past the info/activity tent I was staffing on their way back to the parking lot. VERY fine. The three of us had a very amicable chit-chat for a little while, and I was enjoying a much-more-than-amicable vibe with the taller one of them. I stayed behind my table but flirted subtly and gave her clear signals of interest and appreciation. She steadily moved closer and eventually was right in front of me and adjusting her sweaty sports-bra unselfconsciously while her friend hid a knowing smirk behind her hand - she knew what was up. I would have asked for a number - and I'm convinced I would have gotten it, too - except a couple of my colleagues were right there.

But it was the kind of interaction which inspires ideas about the kind of slice-of-life stories I like to read and write.

This happens pretty regularly at my job, and I have been able to follow through at times. Just not this time

 

[_Lynn_]

I never see anything or anyone and picture it/them in a story. My brain just doesn't work that way.

 

[TheRedLantern]

Just for fun, I decided to look out the window and describe the most unusual thing I see in the vein of @iwatchus 's first post of writing what he's seeing.

Across the street, a guy is walking up and down the block. He's naked except for a large white blanket that he holds around his waist that drags behind him like a wedding gown. I have no idea if he's wearing shorts, but I suspect he may not be. His hair is thick and bushy, he wears in dreadlocks, and I'm wondering where he goes to make his hair look like that ... probably the bus terminal bathroom. He's not bothering anyone and people are walking by him like this is an everyday, normal thing.

Which it is.

(I've seen this guy a bunch of times around the neighborhood. He mostly stays to the avenues, where the sidewalks are really wide, and he sleeps outside the library pretty often. He's one of many odd people who live here. The police don't bother them if they don't bother anyone else and don't have needles sticking out of their arms)

 

[onehitwanda]

This will never not make me smile.

 

[TheLobster]

milves

Finally! Now that we know what the correct plural is, the only question that remains is — what's the collective noun?

 

[TheGreatOz]

I used to work with a very attractive married Italian woman. We became quite flirtatious.

We and a mutual friend were walking to get a coffee together. It was a warm Australian summer day and her outfit was leaving quite a bit of sideboob on display.

I made a lewd comment about it. Our mutual friend said you cant say that at work but she (Italian woman) was delighted. She said much more of that please, I miss attention.

She was sexually bored with her husband. She missed flirting and feeling wanted.

We became quite lascivious in our interactions after that. I would tell her in explicit pornographic detail all the things I wanted to do to her and she would lap it up.

She would ask what I would want to do to her if she wore those tight slacks tomorrow and then wear them for me.

I would squeeze her ass occasionally and several times she showed me her underwear teasingly. She wanted me to know what she was wearing and that she had worn them for me.

We never fucked. She wasn't after that. She just wanted some semi-innocent play.

One day she came in excited and told me she had a big announcement.

She had been at an event the previous night and had flirted with a guy. Her husband spotted this and it sparked a furious argument with him at home. She confessed to him she was bored. It turned out he was too.

Her big announcement:

"I got fucked in the ass last night!"

She was proud. It wasn't even that she particularly enjoyed the act, which she found uncomfortable. It was exciting and new though and she felt daring and she felt wanted.