Do you have a special place in your writing?

[Kyriakos]

By which i mean if there is some environment that keeps appearing in them. Personally i probably don't, technically at aleast, but in two of my stories there is a square and street where strange happenings take place.
The place is real, it is Navarinou street, in the center of Thessalonike. It is full of old buildings, where mostly students live. Also it is a gathering point for youth at all times of day.

Here is a pic of it:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1d/Navarinou_Square.jpg

I like it because there are roman and byzantine ruins and buildings along it, together with tall apartment-blocks. Also many bookstores are found there :)

Also a number fo my stories are set in central London and/or Colchester, where i lived and studied for my university degree for 3 years.

[Scheherazade]

It would be interesting to write short story collection about people who live in those flats.

Fascinating view :)

[Kyriakos]

Yes, my two stories which are set there present a sort of magical life in those apartments. Both are horror/urban fantasy, and unpleasant experiences are to be had there :)

[Pensive]

Interesting thread but I guess I will have to think about it for a while. :)
Maybe even go through my works and check that out since this thought never really occured to me before!

Oh and I love this place! Very interesting. I wish you could share those stories with us too. :)

[Kyriakos]

Thanks :)

I started writing, yesterday night, another story set in that environment. It is about a visit to a fan of my literature (i have a book out) who lives there, secluded, in the final floor of a building. He is deformed somatically, but this quickly becomes irrelevant, and we have a discussion about the literature of horror.
Who knows, perhaps in the future i will be staying there too, or in this:

http://www.autom.teithe.gr/~vivia/images/aristotelous.jpg

[Kyriakos]

This is the (translation i made of the ) opening of one of the Navarinou stories :) I hope you like it.

This night I met him who is, according to my publicist, my biggest admirer. I stayed in the microscopic apartment in the summit of the building in Navarinou for almost two hours, I discussed with him about my two books- he even had the first one, although that had only circulated for a few hundred copies- and also mentioned to him some ideas of mine for future texts.
I think that in general I managed to behave well towards him, something which wasn’t for granted though, and definitely the decision of the publicist to send me there on my own, without being with me, and without having told me anything about this man- no matter that I believe that this happened after the corresponding plea of the latter- was bad. I have my speculations, though, about the reason why I managed, despite that, not to react negatively even at the first instant when, in the darkness, the door opened, and I saw for the first time the deformed face of my admirer.

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If you are interested i could also write the ending, which i also translated ;)

[Scheherazade]

Kyriakos,

You should post this in the Short Story section to get feedback (maybe with a link to this thread :))

[breathtest]

I don't know if i have a particular place that keeps cropping up in my writing, but i have written quite a few short stories where the main character is a writer by profession. I suppose it's a kind of wish fulfillment for me, wanting to be a writer myself, but it's also familiar territory, due to the fact that i know the kinds of things that go through a writers head and what it is like to sit down and write for hours alone in a room.

[Kyriakos]

Ok, i posted the story there too, with a link to this thread :)

I think that this is the first time i kept a story where the narrator is a writer. Although most of the time i am presenting my own self. Sometimes it is symbolic, for example instead of a writer i am a painter. At other times it is not mentioned just what studies/occupation the narrator has ;)

[adityasam]

Beautiful pictures. Will read your stories soon.

[LMK]

Water.

Nowhere specifically, though I guess I do have pictures in my head.

In Scotland; the seaside in Levin looking north toward the hill, Pittenweem's steep bank to the firth, but also in the States; Lake Michigan with the bustle of Chicago behind it, New York's Hudson Bay and East River, San Francisco's Bay between Oakland, and also the large pond between my Mother and my Sister's homes lined on one side by Willow like trees.

[gruntingslime]

I for some reason continually write in very blank places, sometimes even an endless darkness, other times just a flat field or set of plains... it can be pretty irritating if I'm not in control of it, I wonder why all this emptiness is arising. Actually, most of my recurring settings are unintentional and slightly overbearing and destructive I find.