Bored Story Novels & Stories

Arella’s POV I was going crazy! That or I would be the first person to die from boredom. Going from having my day filled with birthday party planning to having absolutely nothing to do, was killing me in ways I couldn’t even imagine. Talking about brain rot! The day had dragged on endlessly, and I was bored out of my mind, practically climbing the walls with boredom. My guns were spotless, every screw and mechanism gleaming from meticulous care. I’d devoured an entire book and flipped through two more, but in the end, I’d been unable to focus. I even contemplated reorganizing Zane’s room just to have something – anything! – to do.

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm that echoed the restless energy of a three-year-old boy trapped indoors. Theo, his usual boundless energy now bottled up, paced the living room, his brow furrowed in frustration. "Mama Hazel, I'm bored!" he declared, his voice tinged with a hint of despair. Mama Hazel, ever the resourceful companion, smiled. "Boredom is just a sign that our imaginations need a little nudge," she said, her voice a soothing balm to his restless spirit. "Let's build a fort!"

Liam's voice brought me back from my thoughts "I am fine," I told him with a smile He sighed and said "are you getting bored? Did I do something wrong?" I looked at him with a shocked expression. Bored? How could he think like that? Why would I get bored with him?. It might be the opposite? I am a boring person and I don't know how to talk.

Matteo shrugs, also turning towards the water now. "I don't know. Sometimes, maybe." If being bored is your biggest problem, then you have it easy in life, Matteo. That's what his father always used to tell him every time he would see Matteo in a bad mood. He'd ask him what's wrong, and Matteo would tell him he's bored. His father never seemed to understand that being bored was bordering on burnout and depression. "If being bored is the problem, then you have it easy."

"Morning, wife." "Morning, husband." He kissed her. Flour on her nose. "You have flour on your nose." "You have flour on your nose now too." She laughed. "Worth it." They ate at their small table. Sunday paper between them. Coffee steaming. "Anything interesting?" she asked. "Same old. Politics. Sports. Weather." "Boring." "The best kind of boring." She smiled. He was right. After everything, boredom was perfect. That afternoon, Bisi called.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

“Now I see it.” Ethan didn’t react. Didn’t confirm it. But he didn’t deny it either. "For a moment, I began wondering.... If all these are actually true, why then did you shake hands with them in the first place.." Benson tapped his fingers lightly against the table. A boyish mocking grin sat on his lips now. “You’re telling me there’s a problem inside Sanderson’s walls,” he said. “Something ugly enough to drag everything down with it.” “Hmm" “And you want me to go looking.”

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.