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A minimal morning routine. Pee, brush your teeth, get dressed, boot the PC.
Maybe drink some water, if you care to.
Username: DC092011
Password: ***********
09:15 π
*click*
Them: Heeey good morning guys!!!
You: π
How was everyone's weekend?
Got to enjoy the sunshine?
The weather was perfect!
We went rock climbing, canoeing, cycled 100 kilometers.
Visited our family across the country, renovated the kids bedroom.
Had a picnic with friends at the park...
And you?
Quiet, a quiet weekend. It rained here.
The hours, days, weeks fly by. Where do these people get their motivation? Work all week, do all these crazy things during the weekend, act so excited on Monday. They probably did their dishes, laundry, vacuuming, made their beds too. You don't even have kids like some of them, or a dog to look after. But your house is a mess: the laziness is piling up. And you haven't done anything noteworthy this weekend. Yet here you are, dragging yourself out of bed the minute work begins. Like all mornings.
Well, like most mornings. It's easier when your bladder forces you to go. Or when the neighbors start playing loud music at 8:00. Or when you worked extra hours the day before: an excuse to stay in bed a while longer. Until 9:10, when some sense of responsibility catches up and you get up anyway.
You had a quiet weekend.
Went to bed right on time.
No nightmares or dreams.
Still no motivation.
Why?
Ah, that's right.
09:50 β
Coffee.
Meanwhile your neighbors are being noisy again.
Especially that woman, with the golden retriever.
She always laughs so loudly.
She seems to enjoy life.
Good for her.
When did you start thinking to yourself from a second-person perspective? It has been so long since you had a friend.
It has even been so long since you spoke to anyone about things that should probably matter. When do you ever stop to consider why your life is the way it is? Ah, right now, it seems. Over morning coffee is as good a time as any. But it's quite obvious. Ever since you moved here, nobody really knows who you are. And now you don't know who you are either. You're a stranger to everyone, including yourself. Probably because you don't care. You just keep going, as you always do. Always meet the bare minimum of necessities and expectations. Make it through 'till bedtime, pause life for a few hours. Until...
π π£
As if they know you just poured your coffee.
The phone rings.
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8:30 π π β³ π΄
8:40 π π β π΄
8:50 π π β π
9:00 π π
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A minimal morning routine. Pee, brush your teeth, get dressed, boot the PC.
Maybe drink some water, if you care to.
Username: DC092011
Password: ***********
09:15 π
*click*
Them: Heeey good morning guys!!!
You: π
How was everyone's weekend?
Got to enjoy the sunshine?
The weather was perfect!
We went rock climbing, canoeing, cycled 100 kilometers.
Visited our family across the country, renovated the kids bedroom.
Had a picnic with friends at the park...
And you?
Quiet, a quiet weekend. It rained here.
The hours, days, weeks fly by. Where do these people get their motivation? Work all week, do all these crazy things during the weekend, act so excited on Monday. They probably did their dishes, laundry, vacuuming, made their beds too. You don't even have kids like some of them, or a dog to look after. But your house is a mess: the laziness is piling up. And you haven't done anything noteworthy this weekend. Yet here you are, dragging yourself out of bed the minute work begins. Like all mornings.
Well, like most mornings. It's easier when your bladder forces you to go. Or when the neighbors start playing loud music at 8:00. Or when you worked extra hours the day before: an excuse to stay in bed a while longer. Until 9:10, when some sense of responsibility catches up and you get up anyway.
You had a quiet weekend.
Went to bed right on time.
No nightmares or dreams.
Still no motivation.
Why?
Ah, that's right.
09:50 β
Coffee.
Meanwhile your neighbors are being noisy again.
Especially that woman, with the golden retriever.
She always laughs so loudly.
She seems to enjoy life.
Good for her.
When did you start thinking to yourself from a second-person perspective? It has been so long since you had a friend.
It has even been so long since you spoke to anyone about things that should probably matter. When do you ever stop to consider why your life is the way it is? Ah, right now, it seems. Over morning coffee is as good a time as any. But it's quite obvious. Ever since you moved here, nobody really knows who you are. And now you don't know who you are either. You're a stranger to everyone, including yourself. Probably because you don't care. You just keep going, as you always do. Always meet the bare minimum of necessities and expectations. Make it through 'till bedtime, pause life for a few hours. Until...
π π£
As if they know you just poured your coffee.
The phone rings.
Notes for the next writers.
A rather short Part 1 so there's not too much pressure to write an awful lengthy text for any next parts.
It's all up to you how you want to continue this story. But here's some ideas to maybe spark some creativity: you could write from the stranger's perspective, what happens after the phone rings. Or from a whole new perspective: maybe the person on the other end of the phone call. Or the stranger's neighbor. Maybe their mom? Get creative!
It's all up to you how you want to continue this story. But here's some ideas to maybe spark some creativity: you could write from the stranger's perspective, what happens after the phone rings. Or from a whole new perspective: maybe the person on the other end of the phone call. Or the stranger's neighbor. Maybe their mom? Get creative!
Additional notes.
The rules of the event allow for short sentences in different languages. Does emoji speak count? π
Also we're supposed to write in prose. I hope this is prose enough.
Because my given prompt was quite negative, I tapped into gray Mondays working from home to write this. If it seems quite sad and depressing: that's on purpose. But no worries, I'm doing great! π Feeling super happy, actually. Which made writing this a big challenge!
I've written many paragraphs that I ended up scrapping. This has been a work in progress for quite a while and I am still not entirely happy with how it turned out. But today is the deadline, so here it is!
Also we're supposed to write in prose. I hope this is prose enough.
Because my given prompt was quite negative, I tapped into gray Mondays working from home to write this. If it seems quite sad and depressing: that's on purpose. But no worries, I'm doing great! π Feeling super happy, actually. Which made writing this a big challenge!
I've written many paragraphs that I ended up scrapping. This has been a work in progress for quite a while and I am still not entirely happy with how it turned out. But today is the deadline, so here it is!
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