Monotony Stories

"The toil of all that be helps not the primal fault; it rains into the sea, and still the sea is salt." ~A. E. Housman When office woman Alfreda spontaneously runs away from her maddening routine one night, she has no idea why she did it-or what to do next. Teetering on the thin line between illusions and clarity, she realises that what seems to be a city of dreams may be a prison of the mind after all. Disclaimer: The poem used in this short story was not written by me. Its full name is 'Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall' by Alfred E. Housman. It's a short but beautiful piece of work and I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it.

Dom grapples with the monotony of everyday existence as he searches unknowingly for happiness.

The werewolf is shedding, again

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.

Harold Mercer is a mailman trapped in the monotony of city life, each day indistinguishable from the last. A chance encounter sends him on a quiet, tension-filled journey to a desolate New Mexico town, where a casual tip leads him to a life altering decision.

dumping zone for journal entries and prose I write when I'm sleep deprived and or high :)

Bored with the monotony of everyday life, Kyosuke's life changes unexpectedly when a long lost friend returns, asking them for a favor that results in them working for a large, international organization.

A barista who lives a monotonous life behind the counter in the cafe he works at. Shows the dangers of iteration in routine and the need for variety and change in life.

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💜

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 ☺️

I'm tired

Nathan seems to have it all-a loving family, a steady job, and a comfortable home-but beneath the surface of his well-ordered life lies a quiet, aching question: Is this all there is? As each day unfolds in a blur of routine, familiar gestures, and muted contentment, Nathan finds himself haunted by a growing sense of disconnection. In the subtle rhythms of morning chaos, office monotony, and evening rituals, a deeper longing begins to stir-one that threatens to upend the very foundation of his carefully constructed world. The Happiness Threshold is a poignant exploration of quiet dissatisfaction, the hidden weight of modern life, and the delicate, aching line between contentment and yearning.

Not your average Romance Novel , but something real, something relatable, something depressing. The story follows Nico Wilson as he struggles with his personal problems and gradually finds happiness.

I usually write Sci-fi and related genres.... Never tried writing Romance, but I have had requests to do so from friends and e-readers alike, so here goes nothing :P This is my first attempt at writing a romantic Semi novel (if i can call it that).... thanks for checking it out and please dont expect too much coz I totally suck! Its a simple story set in a current day western city. Its about how two totally opposite people grow fond of each other and go through ups and downs in life as it all gradually spirals out of control. Yeah, Life's a bitch :P As much as love, it is about sacrifice , understanding, and most of all acceptance of our own flaws and appreciating what we have, because nothing lasts forever. And yeah there is quite a twist... upto you to find out ;) Cheers and Happy Reading (hope you can make it through the cheesy bits alive :D )

A very short story I wrote for my English A-Level. I am currently working on multiple projects, including the drafting of a longer version of this story. Please bear with me ☺️ if you have any ideas on how I can improve this story please let me know!

My challenge to you is to read my poems and find your own meanings Votes and comments are very much appreciated:)

Here you will see, of course, the thoughts of a young woman who usually keeps to herself and will only be read by you and no one else, each chapter will be the experience of the named day and may occasionally be written differently.