Theme 219 - Ennui

From @zoarcher: 

The family’s alarm clock. The constant hummer. The chef in a rush. The tot’s daily masseur. The occasional singer. The mothering wife. The girlfriend. The ma-in-law’s woman Friday. The damsel in distress. The unpaid, overworked home manager. The spontaneous vacationer. Peppered with interesting little twists, could Sapna’s daily routine ever feel mundane?

From @visshy_it: 

"A dry circle of tea stain remains on my desk, the computer screen flickers as if it were alive. A telephone in another cubicle rings incessantly. The ennui of sitting here, having achieved nothing, engulfs me with every passing yawn. My cell phone buzzes. It is her. I smile."

From @The_Lie_Lama: 

They loved running into staircases and secluded corners just to steal a hug or a few kisses. Happy as kids, they'd speak a thousand words just through a brief eye contact. It was a strife between the good times with love out of wedlock and the unbearable ennui at home with their respective spouses.

From @aaliznat: 

She pushed her food around the plate. Sighed, got up and threw it in the bin. Looked down at her toenails and decided to paint them another day. Strolled to the window and pulled open the curtains. Something glinted. She ignored it. Because this ennui was what she wanted to lose herself in. she did.

From @PScripturient: 

Socks rolled up, skirt pleated in impeccable falls; she’d be reprimanded if she uttered a word. Matilda sat with her tutor with endless forks and knives, fingers droning with perfection that she was forced to master. Her legs thankfully, under the tablecloth, were pirouetting away a dance, her only escape from such fine dining ennui.

From @meWant_food: 

Nothing much to do and nobody to really talk with,took a troll on her.She tried everything to keep herself occupied.Nothing worked.Gone are the days,she believed.She started living her past.She relived the good times,cried over the sad ones.Present and future seemed insignificant.Empty mind combined with an empty heart can get dangerous.

From @divigyaan: 

(door opens)

Boy: Aunty, “do you know what are stem cells?”

Lady: “No”

Boy: “You want to know?”

Lady: “No”

Boy: Please…please…please…

Lady: “Why are you behind my life?”

Boy: “I am waiting for my girlfriend from past 1 hour”

Lady: “So?”

Boy: “I want to relief my ennui”

Lady: “Bloody idiot”

(door banged)

From @nautanki24x7: 

"Why", she asked, tears swelling from her ashen eyes, "I thought you loved me. When you held my hand, our fingers entangling, i forgot what it was like to be alone. When you kissed my forehead, i could see the colors more sharply around me. If you never loved me, then WHY?"

His cold, raspy voice broke her soul, "Ennui".

From @vidulachakradeo: 

It was born as a boat. Then it became a plane; changed its avatar to become a bird.  Bird became elephant. And no one knows when it became a grand castle. Google power had given me a powerful weapon to kill time. Hail Origami!  

Theme 218 - Remains

From @oxymoronic_me: 

She lay in bed thinking about him. He was no more in the world. She lost the track of time. Hours passed without her moving out of bed. Phone-rings did not bother her. And then, she jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Puking incessantly. He remained in her. His baby living inside.

From @CrazyHumanKid: 

Empty her of all the feelings.

Empty her of all the anger.

Empty her to leave a void.

Empty her of her soul.

Time tells her who she is. And who she was.

She's emptied herself of all her life and her life remains.

From @Aarom_Ramsey: 

Everything was gone - the optimism, the love, the dreams, the happiness, the smile. He thought he was meant to be alone. Isolated from everything and everyone he cared about - the price for reaching the very top. His sanity fixated to the last remains of her memory. That is all that kept him going.

From @ofmywalkinglife: 

It had been close to a month since that fateful day. A month since she didn't see him, or hear his voice. What surprised everyone was that she hadn't yet shed a tear. She unlocked the other side of the cupboard today, and all that was left was his remains – and she finally broke down.

From @dangertoon: 

This would be the tenth year. Since his passing. 

“Guitar, check.”

He loved the guitar.

The annual trip to his grave. She hates this. 

The grief disappears for some time. Reappears like an unwelcome visitor at the emotional door.

She fights it. Fails miserably. Every single time.

Pain never goes away. It recedes, but remains.

From @meWant_food: 

My Niece:I want a honest answer.What happens when we die?
Me:OK.Nothing happens.
Her:What?
Me:We die.Just.Even our ashes won't remain.
Her:Nothing remains?
Me:Don't be sad.You asked for it.The thing is,nothing physical remains.
Her:What do you mean?
Me:The people,whose lives we've touched,will decide.If we are important enough,in their thoughts,we will always remain.

From @lucidillusions_ : 

He walked further into the cave. It looked like another dead end. He stumbled and lost his footing. As he fell, he accidentally pulled on the lever and found the entrance. He continued his journey and reached the chamber where he found the remains. The king was pointing towards the map sitting on his throne.

From @shekhartripathi: 

The stage lights still worked. Reds, blues, blinding yellows.

I could not feel their heat on my skin anymore though.

All I had to do was mesmerize the crowd as always.

Shocked!! Stunned!! Read the next day's newspaper. This audience reaction still remains etched in my mind.  

I, a famous actor, had forgotten my lines.

From @nautanki24x7: 

It creeps up on me, silently. It seeps through my skin, filling me up with memories that make my heart ache. Who doesn't have regrets huh? I would like to meet that person. Ask him whether he has ever loved. It's the only logical explaination, isn't it? I mean, eventually, only regret remains, right?

From @eklavyagupte: 

We were looking for some clues that could lead us to her. She looked so effervescent in her pictures, a brightness that could not just disappear without a trace. Her desk was littered with perfumes, handcream, lipstick and a torch. The torch was powerful and like those silver earrings of hers, they could blind you.

From @ushfajk: 

The stare across the table. Those legs trapping me when no one was looking. Those hands that wouldn’t let me go. I wonder if we could have saved anything when the ocean washed us back onto our respective shores. All that remains lies with us. All those lies are all that remain with us.

From @short_byte: 

"Over my dead body," he said. His slipper snuffed out the life from my Marlboro.
...
The cold metal urn stood on the mantle.  I took the last drag and tapped the cigarette on the bronze brim. Orange embers swirled down and blended into the two-days old ashes below.