Weekly Writing Challenge – Page 11

Since I have nothing else to write about, this is my 2nd weekly writing challenge. This is how it feels like when trying to write something. Emptiness. There are days I don’t feel like doing anything. Just sit in front of the lap top or computer and look at videos on Youtube. Or just passing time surfing without a purpose. Mind is full with emptiness. No light in the end of tunnel when it comes to doing things. More important things. Whatever that is.

Even though I got a few things in my drafts, I don’t feel like writing them. This blog is as boring as my life is. Even in my mind, things are boring. I’m not one of those people that go around telling strangers that I just took a shower or went to the store. Like some people on Twitter or Facebook do. Why some people have the urge to tell things like that, is beyond me. Hello, some privacy thank you.

The only cure to emptiness I can think of is, Entertainment (like Sherlock. So obsessed with that TV show right now) Maybe there is a light in the end of the tunnel after all.

Like it or not, here it comes

The Stalker (part 2)

The next morning she gets to work as usual. Even though there had been a stalker in her flat the night before, she still could sleep well. She didn’t mention to her co-workers what had happened. She just concentrated on her job so she didn’t think much about it.

At lunch she leaves the office. Since she lived close by she walks home. It was rush hour so there were a lot of people walking on the payment and cars on the move. She’s wearing shoes with low heels and a skirt reaching above her knees. It was warm outside so she only had a top on. She’s so in her thoughts, she doesn’t notice a black BMW is driving slowly beside her on the street. She feels someone is following her. She carefully looks behind her and starts to walk faster. The car keeps following her. She sees an ally and runs there. The car is driving faster after her. But there’s no escape. The car stops a little further from her. She turns around and frighten waits what was going to happen. She looks around in panic. Nothing is happening for a while. The car just stands there.

Suddenly the door opens slowly on the drivers side. A man’s foot steps outside and in a moment the driver steps out. A big smile appears on her face. She knew him. She runs to him and wraps her arms around his neck to hug him. The stalker had been him all along. But what to expect, she was dating Sylvester Stallone after all.

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