Story Ideas

You run through the forest and then suddenly you find yourself on the beach. You’re in the mountains in a moment. You don’t know what’s going on. Is this a dream? You look up and you see an enormous yellow sun in the sky, its light shining bright. How did you get here? What’s your name? What’s the story behind you? You can walk a bit, but you are also teleported to the beach again and again. Do you ever notice a pattern? There is no answer to this question. You get bored with it.

The story keeps looping, but you know what’s up. You know what the story is. You wonder why you never see more people. You are sure there is a pattern, but you can’t figure out what it is.

You wonder how many people have read the story, in what order. It’s like the story is causing the people to get in each other’s heads and think about it. How much longer is the story going to continue? When do you decide to stop reading it? You decide to read the story slowly, in the order it was written. You find out more about the person reading the story, or their family, or their life, or what they do. The characters are now not strangers. They are friends.

Or lovers.

Or a family member you barely know. You realise you care about the characters, and want to learn about them, because they are so much like you. You realise you care about the writer, too.

Or that you are, in fact, the writer, because you write this story, and you are copying what happened to you.

It shows the most subtle changes.

This is the danger, I think. Once you begin to realise you are the writer, or a character, or even a living being on an extremely subjective planet with a fixed set of rules, you start to question other people. You wonder what they think, whether they believe the stories you write, whether they can see the patterns, or if they even care. You wonder if the stories are real, or if they are all just people making themselves into a story to have something to do and to deal with. You start to wonder what they think about you, if they think you are someone else, or if they think about you at all. You feel like you are living inside a computer simulation of a real world, except you are not allowed to leave and you have no idea what the rules of the world are, or even if there are any rules.

You realise that the

You’re out shopping and taking things out of the trolley. But the products don’t end and there are more and more of them. How many can you fit into the trolley? Set a time to work through the list and measure the distance you can get before you start having to stop. Get the cashier to help with this.

Tired of trying to have a conversation with your car? Now you can check how far you can see through the windscreen to make sure you have enough time to talk to your friend on the phone.

A pack of bandages will always come to four – try using this on a timing belt to make sure it’s not overworked.

A soft drink or soft drink concentrate will always come to five – try using this to set your watch. Put a little dot on the day and the hour. Once the paste is dry, draw a line at five pm.

Coffee will always come to nine – you can always taste it later.

Paint, coat, stain, tape – clean, sand, polish, pick or slap – brush, paintbrush, roll, brush, roller… Everything has to have a use. And for good measure you can throw in a way of cleaning an onion to make sure you don’t waste a good one. The Chemical Challenge of How Many Products Can You Use at a Time – by the not inconsiderable Clare Bowditch, The Independent

’I had this boyfriend and he was weird. You know,’ recalls Joyce Arno, before pausing to laugh at her own understatement, ’he was really weird.

The ‘weird’ part came from that he had difficulty with his feet. Even in his 60s, Arno’s beau would have to take great care to tuck his big toes under his feet when he sat down. He would also have to wrap his feet with plastic bags or wrap them in sheets before they went to bed.

It’s a story familiar to thousands of women over the age of 40: menopause is no laughing matter for them either. So many male sex partners have remarked that my menstrual cycle is ‘weird’ that I now refer to it as the Menopause Diet.

Like it or not, some men notice – and sometimes it can be a source of comedy. The late French pianist Serge Prokofiev used to pout and fidget if I stood too close while we were practising and, for his next recital, he insisted on a ‘visible partner’ to distract his watchful audience.

When I became a grandmother at 47, my husband – at least initially – was a major source of irritation because I was no longer fertile.

My experience was partly due to biology: he was born before his mother had her last period – which had probably been nine months before, by which time she was heavily pregnant with his younger sister.

But it was also partly due to common stereotypes. A woman who suddenly stops having periods is thought of as somehow incomplete. The best explanation I have found for this is that sex is seen as the final stage in making a child – it’s the climax of a long journey that began weeks or months earlier.

You watch a series when you suddenly get pulled into the TV and become one of the main characters.

But don’t worry, I won’t reveal your identity.

There’s only one person that I really like in the series, and that’s Weiss.

She is the only one who is brave enough to stand up to Yang.

I really don’t like her at all.

As for your… taste in men, you’re such a whore!”

“Yes, I know about you and Uncle Yang,” Xiao Long sighed.

“Are you going to talk to him?

And what about Blake?

Didn’t you two already have something going on?”

“How dare you say that to me!”

Neo yelled at her.

“Blake is my best friend.

I don’t want to be with anyone else besides her.

And as for your boyfriend, we have already broken up a long time ago.”

As Xiao Long got up, she threw her seat across the room.

She didn’t know why, but she suddenly had the urge to hurt Neo as much as she hurt Yang when she broke up with her.

She stormed out of the classroom.

When she got outside, she slammed the door, and the window glass broke with a loud bang.

Then she turned around, and continued screaming to herself as she walked back to the dorm room.

She couldn’t stand the pain.

Not even being pushed to the ground by Neo could bring her any comfort.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps.

They were loud, but deep, like they were coming from very far away.

She opened her eyes, and saw a figure running towards her.

Before she realized it, Neo grabbed her in a bear hug.

Xiao Long felt a surge of rage.

She opened her mouth to shout at her, but she stopped.

Neo wasn’t looking at her.

She turned her head sideways, and glared at the girl.

She slowly let go of Xiao Long, and sighed.

She whispered, I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

I have no other choice, we have a mission.

After all, you are my leader.”

Neo said it with a small whisper, which was hard to hear.

Xiao Long got up and glared at her.

She opened her mouth to say something, but she decided against it.

She walked away from Neo, and headed back to her dorm room.

After a moment, she heard a yell, Who does she think she is, a leader?

I was the one who saved the world, not her!

She just wanted to save her pride.

Like always!

She tried to attack Yang, but she failed.

Weiss made her fall over the edge of the cliff, while Yang tried to escape her.

Neo escaped with her, when she broke up with her, and made her think that Weiss and Yang were dating.

So I am the leader!

She walked back to the door and listened to the silence, with a fury in her heart that could only be described by the word, sorrow.

She didn’t know why she was so mad, but she knew she needed to make up for what she did.

She took off the bracelet she had been wearing, and threw it towards the window.

It hit the window with a loud bang, and shattered the glass.

You are far from home on the way to your vacation. It turns out you forgot to bring your little brother.

You’ll try to wait for him to get on the bus at the end of the driveway, but you’re going to be late to the other bus stop. The whole town can hear you coming. You know you’re going to be in trouble and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

And you probably deserve it. So you walk into the living room, plunk the crying toddler down in front of the TV, and turn on whatever is the most obnoxious children’s show in the history of children’s TV. The rest of the day can be pretty much uneventful. And that’s pretty much exactly how it was for me, too.

Except for the rest of the day not going as I had planned.

When the boy got on the bus I tried to bring the other boy into the world.

But nothing else went the way I had imagined.

I found myself singing the song I had long ago made up in my head to a third year, “I heard the shoe.”

A fourth year I told, “He hit me!”

A fifth year asked, “Why?”

And the sixth year, “Am I as mad as you?”

I had never really sang the song to anyone, but I had to.

There were no adults in the room.

I turned the TV off. The boy looked up and asked, “Will you play my monster game with me?”

I did.

He got mad at me.

I got mad at him.

We ate dinner as though there was no other topic of conversation. I didn’t have to worry about the whole afternoon thing.

I didn’t have to worry about, for instance, turning on the second of my favorite Disney movies.

He didn’t get the toy I had gone out to get.

He didn’t like the meal I had cooked.

He wanted me to go outside and play with him.

You forgot about your girlfriend’s birthday. You want to buy a gift but all stores are closed. There is noone in the streets. What are you doing? I don’t understand that you’re doing that! What is happening? Please tell me what’s happening. Why is my life going crazy? You’re losing focus. It’s not easy to achieve goals. Please stop interrupting me.

Try again.

Ready, set, go!

Throw yourself into your work. It’s important to work hard. It’s important to learn from your mistakes. You should make the most out of every situation. You will only regret the things that you don’t do.

Practice makes perfect. So, if you want to make a good impression, practice will do the trick.

If you want to write an outstanding paper, get a professional paper writing service. Don’t hesitate to try something new! In just 3 hours I will be on the bus.

I don’t have time to stop by and visit my friend today. I would like to do more, but time is limited. My ability to function well is based on having lots of free time. I am always the one who does not show up to work.

It’s just that some people are more important than others.

What can I do to improve my work?

Do you understand me?

Do you feel me? You look so calm and easy, I am quite confused.

Why are you in such a rush to get things done?

What can I do to make you feel good? You feel that you can trust me. If you feel this way, why are you looking at me so intently? You look very clever.

Why are you pulling your hair?

Do you want to show off? I am the one who thinks and shares ideas with you.

But when I express them, you become a little bit quiet.

Can you help me out?

I need some help to start my homework.

Please be honest with me.

What can I do to improve myself?

You are doing something very stupid.

This is not the correct way to solve a problem.

Help me!

How can I thank you for all the kindness and help you have shown me?

I have an idea for a new invention.

Will you help me to make it happen?

You are not satisfied with your work.

Can you help me?

You will definitely enjoy my answer.

I need your help.

You are so sweet.

Please say you will be my friend.

What can I do to get your attention?

It is possible to make money on the Internet.

How do you earn money?

Thank you for your help.

Can I ask you a favor?

Can you help me?

You are getting ready for the most important competition in your life. The day before you are losing your memory. You can be lucky or unlucky for this Saturday. The one who is lucky is going to conquer the world and other will go down. Then you are going to have a very heavy week when you start thinking about the competition and you are thinking about how you are going to do.

You know that in this year many other young chess players have done well at chess. You feel that they have won. You do not really think about it. But everyone is talking about this today, so you are feeling it’s important that you win this time.

It’s Friday. You have to give an interview. Do you feel nervous? What’s happening? Your heart is beating. Are you breathing? Why is your head dizzy? Why is your memory failing? Why are you feeling the words on the paper are disappearing. You have to be really clever and clever you must be. What are the things that you have to tell in that interview?

You are about to go to a party and you are a bit drunk. You go to the bathroom. You vomit. Then you remember where you are. A bit of a stupid mistake, right? You are a bit confused now. You are a little late. And you are having a little bit of a shock. You feel stupid. You feel that you have done something stupid. You have lost a lot of time. Maybe you should have taken a longer rest this week.

But you know that it is not the time to think about it. You are the president of a chess club and you are looking for your friends. You walk into the party and you can hear the music. The girls are there. The guy next to you has a girlfriend. You can’t believe that the guy next to you has a girlfriend. He has a girlfriend. He has a girlfriend. You are getting slightly flustered. You are feeling really drunk. You are not really sure what to do. The music is pumping. You start to see the people dancing. You see that this is the first party that you have ever been to where you are the only person who is not dancing.

You see the girl that you like from the newspaper. You do not know her very well. You are looking forward to spending some time with her. You walk up to her. She is a little bit drunk. You are a little bit drunk. You start talking to her. She is a little bit drunk. You know you are both a bit drunk. You are talking to her. She is smiling. She is smiling. You are smiling. You are happy. You are having a good time. She is giving you a kiss on the cheek. You can feel that it is a good kiss. She is a good kisser. You say something. Her name is Vika. You do not know her last name. You ask. She does not know. You give her your email address and you invite her to the next chess club.

You have an opportunity for some chess action. A guy walks up to you. He has a smile on his face. He asks if you would like some champagne? He says that he is friends with the host. They have some champagne for you. He wants you to have a nice time. He invites you to their table. They are having a conversation about who has the best camera. He says that his camera is great. He asks you to come and see it. He walks up to you. He introduces himself. He is your new boss. He wants to talk to you. You say that you have a lot of work to do.

You mistook your phone for the therapist’s and now you receive weird calls all the time. Why don’t you just admit you need a therapist, instead of making these uncomfortable phone calls?

Why are you afraid to speak up and ask for help?

Why not go see someone, you look so bad and we’re all worried sick about you.

You need help, you just don’t know it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been there myself, for so many reasons.

They say they want you to find happiness, they say they want you to find a job and move on with your life, but you’re lying to yourself if you think they’re sincere.

They just don’t want to know that you’re down.

They’re probably worried about you.

They want to continue with the façade and not worry about you.

They want you to see a therapist, not for yourself, but so they can continue being carefree and accepting.

They’re selfish and they don’t care.

They just care about themselves. If you think you know the answer, all you have to do is ask.

Walk into a therapist’s office and ask for help, instead of letting the depression run you.

You are not alone, I’ve been there, we’ve all been there, but you need help.

It will be the best thing for you.

I just got done reading a book entitled, “For the Beauty of the Earth.”

It is a non – fiction biography of Queen Liliuokalani of Hawaii written by Melvina E. Sanchez.

It is written in an intriguing way, that lets the reader get a sense of the history that took place in Hawaii before the overthrow of the kingdom and the consequent loss of an entire country.

I first thought this was a typical history book, but upon reading the introduction and summary, I realized it was much more than that.

The author tells us in the introduction how this was the only book she had ever read, and how it changed her life and the history of Hawaii.

She said it was one of the best histories she had ever read, and she was sorry she was the only one in her school who had ever read it.

She realized then, that her life would never be the same.

We are then given a long history of the Hawaiian government, the history of the Japanese who came to Hawaii to build the railroad, and how it became Americanized.

Her motivation for writing this book came from her granddaughter, who wanted her to write it.

You’re a new teacher. One day the bell didn’t ring and one lesson lasted 4 hours. On your second day you’re teaching the same lesson to the same group of 6-year-old kids again. You’re good at what you do. Sometimes, you get it right. You’re very confident in your subject matter. The kids respect you. They laugh when you goof off.

You’re consistently bringing home A’s in your language arts class. This is what you’ve been training for all of your life.

That would be the good stuff.

Then things start to change. You see certain students misbehaving in class and you feel like the last person on earth that is going to be able to control them. You become agitated when this happens. You get angry. Some students don’t get it. They don’t care that their behavior is inappropriate. You’ve never seen them like this before. They don’t understand what it means to have empathy. They don’t understand how their actions make other people feel. You feel helpless, frustrated and completely helpless. You feel like you are doing something right when you can create a learning environment that can, at times, be downright chaotic.

You have been living in this moment for too long. It has become your new normal.

Unfortunately, there are so many adults out there that have had to go through this.

They were like you.

They were a teacher.

Now they are raising a child.

The day after my father was taken to the hospital, a friend showed up at my door. She was crying.

For a moment, I was confused.

Then I realized I had never seen this friend without a smile on her face before. She told me that my dad passed away.

She told me she had been watching him. She said he was in pain and was afraid he was going to die.

She didn’t want him to have to go through the struggle.

What could I say to her?

It had only been 24 hours. I couldn’t possibly imagine losing my father in that amount of time. I didn’t want her to have to go through it either.

I could tell that she had been taking care of him.

She was completely consumed.

She didn’t want him to feel what she was feeling. She didn’t want him to suffer.

For the next 10 years, I lived my life like that friend in my apartment.

I was consumed by everything that was happening to my father.

I didn’t want him to have to feel what I was feeling.

I didn’t want to go through the struggle.

What I didn’t fully realize was that my friend, my parents and I were all struggling together.

When it all comes down to it, my dad was taken to the hospital by the best doctors in the world.

He was taken by people that loved him.

You have the opportunity to switch places with your friend for a day. The situation changes and you stay in his body for a week!

Here is how it works…

You sign up using this form

You will get a confirmation email with instructions (you can print it out and keep it with you so you don’t forget)

You will do the challenge once per month (maybe twice) and the points will be uploaded to a shared calendar (open to everyone).

When you do the challenge, you will do so as a complete stranger – we won’t know each other (so no funny business) and we will also be communicating via IM. You will get to find out who you are in his body and when your time is up, you will switch places. Your switch partner will then keep your bag and keep track of it for the remainder of your body time.

What can you expect to experience as a stranger in another person’s body?

The pressure of not knowing how you compare

When you learn something, the perception is immediate.

“Hey, I already know this!”

“Hey, I’ve known this for years!”

“Hey, I have even better ideas than you!”

“Oh, this doesn’t work for me”

When you get what you need

And when you don’t

Helping your body overcome a problem

Playing with your body’s limitations
Some people will be extremely upset to learn they are heavier than they had been expecting, whereas others are surprised to learn they are actually shorter. I like to say: If you walk into your body’s bathroom and don’t recognize anything (including yourself) you have not gone through a shift. You just stepped into a different bathroom.

What can you expect to experience as a stranger in another person’s body?

Being very introverted

Having an open-ended mind

Trying to communicate in a new way

Looking for a mate

Becoming more self-sufficient

Becoming more connected to your body

Wondering what “you” did while you were gone

Different eating habits

New smells

Some ways in which your body will be changed as a stranger in another person’s body:

Feeling somewhat more sensitive to light

Losing your butt

Learning what is comfortable and what is uncomfortable

Feeling very tired

Changing the way you talk

You might also notice a few other things, such as:

Never having to spell anything out

Almost never having to think about your shirt not covering your tummy

Running into strangers with great skill

Not worrying about what to eat

Becoming more attached to those around you

Becoming more sensitive to the thoughts of others

What advice do you have for someone who is wondering how to sign up and participate in this unique experience?

Once you have signed up, be prepared to experience a complete sense of liberation. There is no social pressure, no questions asked, no worrying about your partner. You will be able to be completely yourself in his body, take the challenges on, and stay in a very accepting state of mind. If this is the challenge you are looking for, I would absolutely recommend it!

Here are my two pieces of advice.

Try this out as a single-person challenge – you will get the best experience.

If you like it, sign up as a buddy and get your friend to try it with you.

You wake up because you hear a knocking on the window. You think it’s some kind of animal, but it’s much worse. Then the window bursts in. You can’t believe what you see. A guy is shouting at you, begging for your help. You can’t think of anything to say and then you see a car crash into the field and the man disappears in the flames. The entire world around you is disappearing.

That’s exactly how I feel right now. I can’t even begin to describe how I feel. I can only say that I feel lost and helpless.

First, I don’t think I can believe this all happened. It’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. How does something like this happen? I also don’t understand why it happened in my own backyard. It would have been better if it happened in the suburbs.

And second, I don’t feel capable of doing anything. I feel completely useless. I feel as though I’m letting myself and everyone I care about down.

The guy who I took my GREs with passed away over the weekend.

I hadn’t spoken to him in a long time, but he still had my cell phone number, so I called him to congratulate him on his success.

Apparently, he had a heart attack. I think of all of the people I’ve known who have passed away, how close I was to those people and how I thought that I was helping them on their way to wherever it is they were going.

But I realize now that I was. But, I know now that I can’t help anyone anymore.

I can’t do anything.

Even if I could, there’s nothing I could do.

I’m helpless.

He passed away alone.

There were no family members or friends to be with him as he passed.

It wasn’t me who died.

It’s still a shock to me.

It’s just not fair.

I think that my God is a mean god. I think that I made a deal with him a long time ago. I’m the one who got away.

I didn’t care enough to look for my destiny.

I guess I just didn’t think I was important enough.

Now I realize that I should have never made such an ignorant bargain with Him. I hope this all comes to a speedy end.

I think that I was born for a higher purpose. I wish that I had a better understanding of my purpose, but I don’t. I’m scared.

Just look at the comparison between my website and this.

It doesn’t even compare.