Open When You Re Bored Novels & Stories

It had been days of just… existing and It felt like my mind was starting to slip out of my fingers. I was bored to absolute hell. It wasn't the normal kind of bored because this one was worse. I needed something to do because I was starting to understand what it felt like to be in an enclosed space for too long. All I did was literally stare at the walls all day. If I wasn’t eating, I was staring. If I wasn’t staring, I was in the bathroom. And even while eating, my eyes would still be glued to the damn wall like I was waiting for it to speak to me or something.

He was nodding along to the story and letting out little comments at intervals, but for those who knew what to look for – and I did apparently – I could tell that he was bored out of his mind. “Do you want to leave?” I asked. His hand froze. “No. Sorry. I’m just… a bit bored. And I needed something to do with my hands.” He whispered back sheepishly. “Sorry.” I shrugged. “It’s alright. No need to apologize. What were you playing?” “What?” “When we started this… arrangement, you mentioned how whenever you’re bored you like to tap your fingers on available surfaces as if I were playing classical music on a piano.” I explained. “So what were you playing just now?”

Great. With no one left to tease, torment, or even talk to, I feel the weight of boredom drape itself over me like an unwelcome cloak. I push my chair back with a frustrated sigh, heels clicking sharply on the floor as I decide to go for a walk. Anything is better than sitting still and pretending to enjoy this farce.

I won't let that happen again if I do intend to get a job and actually get one. I sigh, dropping my phone on my thigh. I'm bored. I've done literally everything to keep me unbored but I've literally bored myself out of each and every one of them. N*****x? Done that. Prime? Same. Tiktok? Ditto. YouTube? How do I say 'same thing' in french? Because I can't stress this enough. I am bored out of my wits. I lean my head backwards against the sofa and groan.

No matter how hard I tried, they had a way of lingering in the corners of my heart. ****** The next day, Cherry left the house before I woke up but left me a note that said she was going for an important impromptu meeting. I spent the early hours of the day cleaning the apartment, and just… Watching TV, but I suddenly grew bored. And when I get bored, my mind drifts to the triplets, which is what I do not want. What on earth do I do when I'm bored? I channeled the dormant Andrea in me. “Shopping, is life,” I say, mimicking Andrea's voice. “Shopping is joy. When you are happy, shop. When you are bored, shop. When you are sad, shop.”

🖱️Jayden🖱️ God, I was bored out of my mind. Not the normal kind of bored where you scroll through your phone for five minutes and suddenly life feels better. No. This was the heavy kind of boredom that sits on your chest and makes every second feel longer than it should. The apartment was quiet, too quiet actually, and after a few hours of sitting around doing absolutely nothing I started feeling like I was trapped inside a cage. Victor and Sammy hasn’t even being away for a day and am already feeling like this. Completely alone.

I asked tauntingly. I ran off when I heard her footsteps. I walked to my room and I drop my bag on the table . I took off my clothes and took a hot shower then put on my pink bum short with a white singlet. I picked up my phone beside my bed and turned it on. I went to the Web and my pictures where everywhere . I checked the news and all of them seems to be about me . Gosh! I'm so bored. I thought of what to do that will kill boredom but couldn't get any.

I said, and he nodded. “Okay, if you say so. So, how was your day?” “Boring,” I blurted out before I could stop the word. Ryan chuckled and stared amusingly at me, “Really? I thought you’d have a nice time surfing through channels or maybe even browsing on your phone. I didn’t know you were bored.” I do not have the time and energy for those things. What I’m thinking about right now is how to get my child back, not those reality shows or even the ticking games on my phone.

If you ask me It was like watching a little kid count his toys a bloody million times and still getting it wrong in the first two digits. Hell! This is boredom, which is easy and flows without a tick or a tock, yet I look into its far horizon all the same for any sign of positive change; none came. Oh, God. I want to kill him with my kisses just to shut the hell out of his lips.

I force myself to chew and swallow anyway. This is the exact kind of dinner I used to spend my last savings on just to snap one picture and post it like some influencer. I would get maybe ten pitiful likes and one comment. Now it sits right in front of me and I can barely enjoy any of it. Boredom starts creeping in after a while. The silence feels heavy. I glance around to make sure no one is watching, then slip my phone out of my pocket. Just for a minute. I open my favorite funny videos and turn the volume low. A silly cat video pops up and I smile. Then another one makes me laugh softly under my breath. For a few seconds I forget exactly where I am. The knot in my stomach loosens just a l