Bored Stories Novels & Stories

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

Cali doesn’t know what did he mean by that, but that’s what he calls it. She thinks he refers to racial hygiene, but the truth is that no matter what activity you choose, after a while, everything starts to get more and more boring. For that reason, you have to keep your imagination active. Otherwise, many things would attack you and absorb you in a sea of ​​boredom and apathy that, in these circumstances in which we live, would kill us.

I asked, my tone laced with a hint of teasing. Nathan's emerald eyes sparkled with frustration as he flopped down onto the couch. "No, my tiredness is not out of exhaustion but lack of activities. This town is a wasteland, nothing to do. No fun at all, I am bored to death." His voice was laced with boredom, and he let out a dramatic sigh, as if to emphasize his point. I smiled softly, my piercing sapphire eyes crinkling at the corners. "Why don't you read one of these books? It's quite enlightening," I suggested, holding up the book I had been reading.

Sara's POV Friday finally approached - I was so bored. I was so beyond bored with this always repeating work and those simple tasks. Print the papers. Design the layout of the papers. Reread the papers. Correct the papers. Spend lunch with my old boss. Go back to reading the papers. Answer a few emails. Send out a few emails. Go fetch the latest issue of any newspaper. Most of these tasks were just a copy and paste type of task and just took mere minutes. I always went home two hours earlier.

In the cafeteria, Dexter opened our chat with a strange, distracted look on his face. "Did you get to the hotel? Have you eaten?" He hit send, but the message bounced back as undeliverable. He couldn't believe it. He backed out and went in again, but no matter how many times he tried, it was the same thing. A colleague ribbed him. "Well, well. Even our resident genius gets blocked sometimes. "Can't say I blame her, though. Look at this. She sends you all those messages, and you reply with one word. Who'd put up with that?"

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

My voice trailed off, a familiar fear bubbling up. Brian leaned forward slightly, his attention focused solely on me. "But what?" I hesitated, then blurted, "But life gets in the way. Work, routines, expectations." He chuckled softly. "Ah, the tyranny of the to-do list." I couldn't help but laugh with him, the tension easing from my shoulders. "Exactly! Maybe that's why your stories are so captivating. They're a reminder of the world beyond the four walls of my apartment." Brian's gaze held mine for a beat longer than necessary, sending a chill down my spine. "Perhaps," he said finally, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Or maybe they're just a way to connect with people

“I wouldn’t know. My parents died when I was young, and I don’t remember my time before that, so I’ve moved from foster house to foster house.” “Oh.” An awkward silence hung in the air for what felt like forever. I was such a conversational killer, but in all honesty, I was exhausted. I didn’t have the physical and mental energy for anything right now. All I wanted to do was lock myself away, hide in a blanket fort and never come out again.

I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.

It would kill me to loose such a friend and a brother . It was quite late when Johan left . The blurred up shadows of me walking floated on the ground. I dug into my pocket until I found my favourite gummy bears and I began chewing . This week has been quite exhausting and I can't seem to get over with it . I picked up my phone and scrolled through i*******m checking notification and viewing images untill my worst friend sleep called and took me with her.