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 Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 6:41 pm
I recently bought an iPod Touch and it reminded me of when I was a kid how I'd pretend that some of my toys were hand-held computers and that I was a secret agent. Now I want to write some of those stories down.
Have you ever had something that you bought that made you get inspiration?
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 4:54 pm
I had a dream where I committed suicide by jumping off a cliff and ended up in a different world being slave to insect-like creatures in the middled of a canyon. I then allowed them to sacrifice me to their gods, but I came back to life as one of the insect things, but the insect things turned me back to human. Then, they decided to send me back to the human realm if I swore not to tell anyone.
...and I pulled the plot from that...
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 6:32 pm
That's pretty cool. I never thought of dreams giving inspiration. All of my dreams aren't creative enough... or they're too weird.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 7:20 pm
Toothpaste tube. (Don't ask)
Oh, I have a re-occouring dream.
A woman, young, bare footed sprints across a field. The grass is wet, and cold with half-frozen dew. The pale glow of the sun is just appearing over the horizon before her. Behind her, she is pursued by faceless, formless darkness. She stops on the edge of a cliff. Far beneath her the sea churns relentlessly and pale, jagged rocks stretch their way up to her, like pallid phantoms in the sea of dark water, the waves an ominous mix of blue, green and grey. The shadows grow ever closer. And then, she steps off the cliff. The air tastes of salt, and wet bird feathers as it rushes past her face, causing her hair to float around her like thick, ebony mist. The seconds could be a whole lifetime caught in suspended motion. the cold slap of the water as it swallows her whole. She is pulled into the raging maelstrom, struggling against the vicious pull of the water. The darkness is at the surface of the water as the ocean is somehow light beneath her. The sea water is thick, and bitter-sweet upon her tongue, tasting of salt, and the vibrant, living flavor of fresh fish. The water rushes into her throat, filling her lungs while the increasing water pressure compresses her ribs until they snap. Her senses flicker like a candle in the wind, then die.
At which point I wake. I get different segments of the dream each time, a different bit of information. Perhaps sometime I will know her entire story.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 6:42 pm
Toothpaste?? xd wow, that's pretty good!
I have a reoccurring dream too, but it's just not good enough for a story. I like it though.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:50 pm
My reoccurring dreams involve the Battle School, ice hockey, my P.E. teacher, James Potter, white board markers, and people being stabbed to death with shards of glass.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 9:33 am
The weirdest thing to give me inspiration for a story...is the fact that my dad is 1/4 German. xDDDD
Seriously, this is why Requiem of Blood came into existence. xD
Oh! BTW, I rewrote the beginning Toro!~ ^_^
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 8:22 pm
My friend called me invisible because I am shy, quiet, and smart.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 6:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 11:21 am
Well...
however strange, I once hit my foot on a table, and when my toenail fell off, the skin gave me inspiration to write about my newest story Crumble. I't gave me inspiration for my character Ba-Bi and he gave me the insipiration for my story!
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:49 pm
Actually, a Simpsons episode I saw gave me inspiration. You know, the one where Homer and Marge get kinky in the barn or a random farm after the family's car get's bogged when they try to get a fridge motor replaced? That, and my brother wants me to write a love scene that gets interrupted. I've written things like that before, but never for a story I've posted online.
Usually, it's dreams that give me inspiration. Like one where I was having a problem with some stupid girl at school, and the dream was about amassing an army to go after her and it turned into a "nobel quest" where we stopped at my old house and Darth Vader served us drinks and leant us the 501st legion of stormtroopers. I only got to the part where we raided their mansion and I had a G36K in my hands. That's all I can remember before I was woken for school.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 3:03 pm
The weirdest thing that ever inspired me was probably a school bus. I came up with a title for a story and it all went from there. I tend have really weird dreams, too. Like one, this guy got killed because his country was in a war or something and this has inspired another story. And then the fact I come up with so much stuff from either mishearing, misreading or mispronoucing words. That happens waaaaaaaaaayyyy too often. Most of the time things just pop in my head from nowhere (I am not talking about that town in Oklahoma, okay? There's a town called Nowhere there.), though.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 6:22 pm
My current piece started when I was in the sixth grade. It has evolved and changed so much over the last seven years. It all started when my best friend at the time encouraged me to write, and we planned a story out together. Looking back at it now, it was so stupid and horrible. >_< I kept all of the original pages though. ninja
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 5:44 am
I'd have to say... the wierdest thing that gave me inspiration is... uhm... OH!
My dogs eyes, actually. It's not all that weird, but it's true. He has such pretty brown eyes... and on one eyes, his eyelashes are white, and on the other they're black. I haven't written the story yet, but it's in my head, all the same.
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 6:09 pm
I once watched a performance called, "A Rose for Ms. Sarah." and it was about an old woman who turned young again when she received a rose and I was inspired to write a short story about two kids who could fly.
Although J.K Rowling came up with the Harry Potter ideas when she was on a train and saw some cows...
Maybe ours are pretty normal then =)
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