Monotony Stories

Dive deep into the life of a man who collects dead bodies for a living; everything is monotonously fine, yet, perplexity in emotion awaits him. This story was inspired after reading some Haruki Murakami.

"It's so....mundane. Like the background hum of uv lights. Like the colours of an after image. Like the endless monotony of toiling days before and ahead." ------------------------------------- Ivett is a vampire who has existed for centuries, watching as civilisations rise and fall and oppression change to open arms. A day is but a fleeting memory and time is her most valuable tool, yet the burden of relentless similarity is heavy. Humans don't change a great deal and neither does life. Will anything cement her back into reality, or will she forever feel like a fading observer? ------------------------------------- Hi everyone! This book is for the most part a writing exercise for me. I have other more complex stories I want to write so I thought I'd be best to start here and practice. It won't be perfect and it's open to constructive criticism. That being said I hope you'll still enjoy it!.....otherwise I'll have even more practice to do 😶

˗ˏˋ MELODIC ENIGMA 'ˎ˗ ╰┈➤ In the midst of grey skies and rain, an unfulfilled longing fills the air. A gentle melody calls from the fog, beckoning the heart to follow its hidden path. ¸¸♫·¯·♪¸¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

We're all enslaved by the tidbits of society. Here is a man who realises that bit by bit and is left helpless to decide what he really wants.

en la siguiente historia veremos la monotonía que nos puede ofrecer hacer practicas con el sena y tu con vacciones

Now, lets get real. No, no, by real, I did not mean 'reality'. Reality sucks, I know. By real, I mean, you can now take a sneak peak into my life. I will upload random events from my life time to time. Its time for blogging!

A poetry I wrote to myself while stuck in monotony of the quarantine and lockdown of covid. Hitting more people mentally than physically it could,covid has been a tough enemy to life,those who are infected as well as those who are safe both are suffering from a phase of monotony where they're just packed in a cage of those walls. Such was my experience of monotony which concluded into this poetry I wrote to express to myself to unload myself of the unknown darkness that I could not express to anyone else but me. It's almost after an year I'm publishing my work which while writing had brought tears to my eyes...and after writing this I felt better, dried my eyes back and once again got refreshed to face the challenges to come. Hope you like it ☺️

Selections of my poetry that I want to share with the world

I will base this story loosely off of events that I have been a part of

According to google, wattpad is a blog. So here we are, enjoy.

This poem titled "The Changing Seasons " is an original creation by 'Ibtesam Firdausi'. Any coincidental resemblance to actual occurrences is purely unintended, for this poem embodies my personal perception.

As we keep functioning to survive, we forget to take a moment, look around life and finally "breathe" in awe of its beauty. Seems like we all secretly crave for time to pause!

You might not like this. A collection, in no certain order. I write poetry to unravel the mystery of my own mind, maybe yours as well. I listen to rap while eating cashews. I wear owl earrings while dappling in misadventure, and that has everything to do with what's posted here. These are written through a "valencia" filter. Thanks for reading!

The Ohio Suburbs aren't pretty.

I need to stand up for myself and for my brother. And after today I swear to myself I'll never let anyone put me down like they did. I don't know what feeling powerful feels like but soon I'll get a taste of it and trust me as soon as I do the whole world will know of it. But I never knew that life would be such a bitch with me. But trust me it's just a matter of time... "Lucas?" after adjusting to the light my eyes widen after seeing the man I never thought I'll ever see again "Beautiful?" His tone was unsure but his face had no emotions at all. He kept staring at me in a creepy way "Well I'm really glad I finally get to talk face to face with my wife," he smirked at me, I was confused. He titled his head to one side and gave me a look that made goosebumps erupt down my spine and then realization hit me like a freaking bus and I was stuttering "I can explain I swear I n...eve...r tho..ught I...ll" he came closer to me "with the news going up and down that I have a wife and a kid I'm really disappointed because I never got to taste you" he leaned in my ear and talked in a husky tone. Read this book to find out how to never lose hope and do good💜

Olive is narrating her story about an encounter with a guy she got introduced online & her love life with the guy. Its sort of a short episodic story seeking attention over common conflicts a girl faces into her first relationship with the pace of time.

The title is pretty much descriptive of my current state, where I am just lying here on my bed in this room of mine and I feel lifeless, the blades of the flan moving and providing an eerie chill in an already cold freezing weather outside and yet mustering up courage to get back to my affairs which are monotonous at best...And yet trying to revive the embers of my passion of writing...

I have always thought about creating several good poems and just let my mind make sense of my thoughts through written words. Published: 22 January 2022

Let's all take a moment to look around us. Breathe. Widen those senses. And absorb every little feeling out there. Incomprehensible. That's the veracity of the things existing around us and including our own. We'll try to fathom everything. There's an unending joy to it. Skim near the shores or go deep into the unknown. Hope these poems provide you all variable perspectives.