Open When You Re Bored Novels & Stories

Just… me. And yet, after ten minutes of scrolling through my phone and staring at the ceiling, I realized — I was bored. So, I grabbed my phone and typed into our group chat. Me: You guys doing anything today? Malik: Define “anything.” Zendaya: If it involves chaos, I’m in. Denise: Wait—are you saying what I think you’re saying? 👀 I grinned, typing quickly. Me: Come over. All of you. Within seconds, the chat exploded.

I'm so incredibly bored here—internet surfing, movie marathons, I even tried blasting music all day long, but it all ended the same way, with boredom. Until I started rummaging through my bag and found the small packet of marijuana tucked among my credit cards. So that's what I've been missing. Ah, I wanna get drunk. I overheard earlier while we were eating that Mommy and Daddy were going to the clubhouse in John Hay to check the place for Aria's welcome party. Perfect! I can get wasted.

Jason's POV I flip through books, magazines, anything I can find in the room. I even read the newspaper a couple times, it was boring. Finally, I decide to watch Tv. "I'm bored," I whine out loud. I switch the channel after a few seconds, then again, then again. There is nothing interesting. "I'm bored," I repeat again, a little louder than before. Hey! That sounded like a melody! I smirk and tap a beat on my chest, "I'm bored, I'm bored. Yeah, I'm bored."

I’ve been sleeping tоо muсh to hаvе another nap. I thіnk again about rеаdіng a book or watching TV. I remember whаt mу mum uѕеd tо say when I wаѕ bоrеd аѕ a kіd. Do ѕоmеthіng. Wrіtе ѕоmеthіng. Go оutѕіdе.

On the contrary, she spent all day in her room, vibing on social media. "Yes, next week will be perfect. And tell the girls not to worry. The drinks will be on me. Sure, bye." She hung up with an exasperated sigh. Looking around her spacious room, she couldn't figure out what to do. She was bored as hell, and her phone could no longer be of help right now. She spent all day on it and now, she had gotten bored of it too. She needed something exciting to keep her night fun, even though it would be for a little while. Going through her contacts, she thought of chatting with one of her male buddies. Maybe a sex chat. Yeah, just what she needed.

Don't overdo it. I don't know how I could possibly do any less physical activity. I've read three books this week. Scrolled through my phone until my eyes burned. Binged every mindless show N*****x has to offer until the characters' voices blur together into meaningless noise. The boredom is almost worse than the pain— it gives my mind too much space to wander into dangerous territory.

Things are actually quite boring now that there’s no one lounging in the living room, drinking wine and laughing over old days. I sigh into the glass of wine in my hand and sigh again audibly. I am so dang bored, I have, while sitting here after dinner, watched Raees, another new movie, got disgusting into the first ten minutes and just shut it off, choosing to browse on my phone and go through social media, something I never do, and see what’s going on in other people’s lives.

THE SUN streamed through the window, casting a spotlight on Doris' desk, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind far away from the magazine at hand. She had been staring at the same page of the fashion magazine for what felt like an eternity, and her brain was starting to feel numb. The pictures and words on the page seemed to swim before her eyes, blurring into a sea of meaningless rubbish. Doris was in the throes of the most deadly foe an idle person can face: boredom.

The chaos, the attention, the sex. The feeling of standing in the middle of something dangerous and not backing down, and maybe that says more about me than I’m ready to admit. I finished my meal. I took my bathe and grabbed my phone, scrolling and tapping, letting idle games fill the silence. But after a while, even the clashing swords and glowing coins of the screen couldn’t hold my attention. Boredom is a dangerous thing in a house like this. So I did what I often do when the walls start pressing in, I raided my closet.

“But you just said you were bored.” “I'm bored, yes. But I'm also alone…” she replied, voice dropping an octave lower. “All alone… in my hotel room and on this big bed.” Henry cleared his throat, awkwardly. “What do you suggest we do, then?” “I think I'm horny.” Mum said, in a sultry voice. “What do you say we… sex cam?” I froze. My mouth hung open, spoon suspended in mid-air.