Brain: But what creature should we involve in this story.
Me: Werewolfs?
Brain: We did that!
Me: Fairies?
Brain: But....we've done that too! 
Me: Well then what do you suggest?
Brain: ….I don't know...but something different!
Me: *face palm* 

Interrupted

The worker smiled, looking to my mom. "Can I bag some crickets for you?" She asked. 
My mom frowned, finger to her lips. "Yes...."
The worker nodded, moving to open the container holding the bugs. "How many?" 
I straightened, brightening, I knew the answer! "She needs 12 lar--"
My mom whirled on me and I shrunk back, only now realizing my mistake at her thunderous expression. "Don't you know not to interrupt adults when talking?" She asked, ice in her voice as I shrank back, trying to not be taller than her, though it was impossible not to be. My growth spurt had only continued this past year, and I was well head and shoulders taller than her. "You're lucky we're in public." She continued. "Else I would have smacked you right here."
I hid a wince, moving my face into a neutral position as I stared at my toes. I hadn't meant to overstep, I'd just been trying to be helpful. But my mom never saw it that way. Which meant. "When we get home, your phone is being locked up." She turned back to the worker, who was doing her best to keep a neutral expression as well, though I could see the concern in her eyes as she glanced at me. "Sorry about that. I need 12 large crickets." My mom said. 
"Okay." The worker said quietly, quickly counting out the correct amount. 

-Inspiration from a customer conversation

Cooking

The man, old enough to be his father, looked up raising an eyebrow as he took in the chef's appearance. "Sooo" he drawled out, giving the chef another once over. "You been cooking here long?" 
The chef looked down, to his instruments, bought a couple of weeks before in preparation for his first shift. "A few days." He mumbled out.
"What? Since April?" 
The chef shook his head. "A few days." 
The man sat back, crossing his arms, a slight frown on his face. "Oh." 

-Inspiration from going out to dinner

A Drink

"You want some wine?" 
I blinked at her, taken aback. Not sure I'd heard her correctly. "Ummm what?" I asked hesitantly. 
She smiled at me, pulling the clear glass with red liquid in it closer to me. "You want some wine?" She repeated.
I blinked again. This was....a first. Normally people assumed I was barely graduated from highschool, so wouldn't offer me such a thing.
It was nice in a way, to be considered old enough to have some.
But I smiled politely and shook my head. "Thanks, but I'm good." And to my relief she didn't try to pressure me into taking it.
"Okay," she shrugged and put the glass down. "So you know, Harry Potter. Did you know that Sirius is an actual name of a star in the sky?! Because I didn't!" 

-Inspiration from a conversation

A Moment

I lay back in the grass, staring upwards, watching as the darkened sky filled with sunbursts of multicolored lights. I sigh, a small smile coming to my lips as my shoulders relaxed. I'd always loved this time of year. Where the crackles and the pops brought lights and wonder to those around me. Those multicolored lights were always the highlight to my year, and I was glad that this night...I could see them. 

-Inspiration from watching fireworks

Niceness

I waved farewell to the customer and turned from the register, and paused, surprised to see my manager hovering just behind me.

He stared at me with a quizzical expression, glancing to the customer then back to me. "You're so nice." He commented.

I blinked. Wasn't that part of the job description? To be nice to customers? I shrugged and offered him a smile. "I try to be." 

He shakes head. "You try to be? Are you sure it's not just how you are naturally?" 

I shrugged again. "Well...yah naturally. I am pretty nice most of the time." 

He shakes his head again. "I don't know you do it." He remarks, turning away. "I really don't." 

-Inspiration from work.

Brain: Sooo Sleepy

Me: *pokes it* Ummm how about we write?

Brain: What...is....werds???

Me: Ummm what we use to write. Because we're supposed to be writing. 

Brain: Zzzzzzzzzz

Me: *exhales* Typical