Fun Random Things To Do Novels & Stories

There’s nothing that she can use, one way or another for whatever purpose. There’s no bed or anything to use as a mattress. Not even boxes. There’s a table, but it doesn’t look sturdy enough. It’s too high as well. She tried cleaning a corner, sweeping it with a small calendar she picked up. Then she sat there. She looked at her wrist watch. Time seems to go very slow when you have nothing to do.

continued from the previous part...... Kain. These paperwork were making my eyes cross. I blew out a huge sigh before flipping to the next page of the stack of documents I held. This is so exhausting. This will be the last time I lose a round of rock, paper, scissors to Seth. That stupid motherfucker. I reached for my mug and sipped at some coffee, this was basically my routine now. Staying late at the office staring at an ever increasing stack of paperwork until my eyes cross and I call it a night at usually 3am

Their unconditional love teaches me to love others without restrictions. Coming back from the present... I remember I need to go to the bathroom to prepare for work. After an hour of taking a bath, I tidied up and went out, and hopped in my car. I was driving the rush to work then cut off while I was about to go near the building where I work. Because of the traffic jam which is normal for the rush hour. To avoid being bored I open my stereo and put the channel on the FM station, where the songs of my favorite singer are currently playing. It was a popular song by Lewis Capaldi entitled

did some things that shouldn't be done. Because she was afraid to say it, Edna used two fingers to touch each other, meaning that she had already done something adult. Doris also didn't know what to say, she just quietly patted her friend's shoulder, because each person has a unique situation, no one is the same. Doris didn't know what to say in this case, she could only comfort her friend: - Come on, it's not the end of the world, we have nothing that hasn't happened yet, let's just think of being bitten by a dog.

Call me weird but it's for my mental health. Max's brilliant idea of creating me an I*******m account has brought me back in the dark whole of anxiety that social media causes. The reason I avoid social media, particularly I*******m, is because I get too fixated and obsessed with it and before right now I had managed to avoid all form of socials in my life.

" she said as she came out looking beautiful. "Alright" I said and we both left the house. It's been two weeks now since I broke up and I am healing faster than usual the only downside is having no one to talk to. I always love texting especially my boyfriend now he is not in my life it made me realise I have no friend, I can't always be chatting Jess, she doesn't even like chatting. I took a deep breath as I scroll the contact on my phone to know if I can see who to lift my boredom away, though I am in the office we actually have nothing to do. I am in the marketing department we hardly do anything in the office our field is outside marketing new product or old ones and convincing new custo

Her actions had put her in this situation, and she was afraid that she might unintentionally harm me if she continued to do things her way. "You seem really down today, huh?" I said, giving her cheeks a playful pinch to try to cheer her up. "Let me tell you something." As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding t

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

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Waiting for something. Anything.