Open When You Re Bored Novels & Stories

When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, bath, dinner: bed then Netflix. Half way through an episode of The prodigal son, I find my self bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex” I say to the empty room and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pyjamas . And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pyjama pants.

“I do it when I’m bored… or nervous. It’s my way of counting from 1 to 10 and back.” It was hard to imagine Gavin nervous. “So which is it right now?” “Bored.” I narrowed my eyes in mock annoyance. “Are you calling me boring?” His lips curved. “It’s not exactly peak television to watch someone chew.” “Most people would just be on their phones or something,” I pointed out. “I’m not most people,” he said matter-of-factly. “You should know that by now.” I did. For one, most people wouldn’t have me turned on just from watching them sit and do… nothing.

|| December 7th || Bored. I’m so bored. Jonathan doesn’t like me going out too much, he says that the house doesn’t function properly when I’m not there to lord over it. I tried to ask again if I could interview for a simple job that wouldn’t occupy my time, but he was so angry about that, we didn’t talk for days. I don’t want that to happen again, those days were so terrible. But I’m not allowed to go out, and I’m not allowed to have friends over. The last time I did

Sophia's POV Two hours of mindless N*****x binging and a bowl of bland popcorn later, I toss the remote aside with a frustrated sigh. The movie isn’t cutting it. The popcorn? Tasteless. My patience? Hanging by a thread. Nothing seems to hold my attention these days, and the boredom is gnawing at me. It’s not just boredom, it’s something deeper. Restlessness. At first, I thought changing my surroundings would help. I left my room for Dante’s, hoping being in his space would ease the monotony. It worked, but only for a moment. Now, I’m back to feeling suffocated.

Liora’s POV “I wonder when they’ll lift the lockdown.” Pressing her forehead to the glass, Mia traced her finger wistfully across the frosty windowpane and sighed before limping back to her bunk. She flopped down with a huff and picked up the book she’d been reading, only to toss it aside again exactly two seconds later and roll onto her back with her arms stretched out wide. “I’m so bored!” “Take a nap or something,” I suggested.

I muttered. Silence. Then I turned my head slightly. “…And boring.” Still silent. I sat up abruptly. “Okay, I’m bored.” I threw the diary to the side and got off the bed, stretching my arms above my head dramatically like I had just finished something important. I hadn’t. At all. My eyes landed on my closet, a slow smile spread across my face. “Don’t tell me what to do,” I said to absolutely no one. And just like that…I walked over and flung it open.

Lia: I'll be there too girl! I looked at the time and it was almost time to close but the teacher hadn't showed up yet. I don't think he's going to come, I mean it's already five minutes till the final bell of the day goes off anyway. I placed an alarm on my phone for when the bell would go off then plugged in my earphones and selected a personally made playlist to play on for me. The title of my playlist was Bored. It's a playlist that always keeps me hyped when my day has been boring, just like this one.

Works perfectly. I sit around and wait, but an hour or so sits between the time for pick-up and I'm bored. I walk into the living room and turn on the TV. I don't have to study. I skimmed through the textbook, and everything I pretty much am aware of. I learned them all years ago.

Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was bored. Not the normal kind of bored where you scroll through your phone for a few minutes and it goes away. This was the annoying kind. The kind that sat on your chest and made the house feel smaller every hour. Back home I used to leave whenever I felt like it. I’d walk to the corner store, sit at the park or get coffee at midnight with my girls if I couldn’t sleep. Here, even stepping outside felt like asking permission. I stood by the window and looked down toward the gates.

"No." "Why not? You're already in your relaxation zone. I'm feeling better. It's a win-win." "I don't do movie nights, Aria. That's a domestic fantasy. We are not a couple in a rom-com." "Who said anything about a rom-com? I'm not asking for a date. I'm asking for a distraction." "Go back to bed." I didn't move. Instead, I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper as I grazed my lips against the shell of his ear. "I'm bored, Julian. And when I'm bored, I tend to do things that are recipes for disaster. Remember the pool?"