So basically, I don’t have enough time to write stories right now. Well, this is always the case. And normally, I would store such rough ideas in my story-idea-diary (I have a comics idea diary and a story idea diary …), but I’m in the library right now as well and therefore have no access to those little books.
1. Fly love story. There are two versions of this story running through my head, both inspired by the fact that a fly has taken up permanent (?) residence in my room. This fly woke me up Sunday morning at 9:30. I was more than displeased at being roused from my blissful slumber by a loud buzzing in my ear. However, as is always the case, my brain processed this event and spat out a love story. As you can probably tell by now, everything becomes a love story for me. Music practice rooms? Love story. Water bottles? Love story. Suicidal guys? Love story. Apocalyptic disease and sci-fi genetics? Love story.
I’d continue, but the redundancy is painful to my heart. I must note that a person who is feeling bothered by the redundancy and boredom of the everyday world is the perfect candidate to be a love story character.
In any case, both stories begin with a lonely, single girl praying to God that she’ll find a boyfriend the next day. It is well-known that God, if She/He exists, works in mysterious ways, so he sends a fly to do his bidding. Version one is the innocent, lovey-dovey one that I’ll probably write, where the fly wakes her up, and she’s really pissed off about this because it’s very early in the morning (pre-dawn). The fly keeps bugging her to no end, so she has to wake up, and she resolves to take a walk outside, where she meets a guy who always takes very early walks, and they go to his favorite spot to watch the sun rise. Sunrise = blossoming love, by the way. It’s not just a metaphor; it’s a fact.
Version two involves the fly encountering her in the shower, sending her out of the bathroom, conveniently sans clothes, and into a nearby apartment that actually is being rented by her childhood sweetheart, who has never recognized her before (and vice versa), but this time, he sees her birthmark on her shoulder. Ahaha, but now this would be needlessly fanservicey, wouldn’t it?
2. Not a love story. Woah. So I want two write a story about a little guy (or girl, whichever) who decides to become the next big savior and religious icon. It’d be written in the style of a how-to guide, explaining (satirically) how to make yourself look good, start up a fanatical fan club, write down “the word of God,” and then arrange for a very cool and spectacular martyr-like death.
3. A comic-story set in my world. No plot. No purpose. No quality standard. Just Nisunie, Faxu, Patrick, and company, doing their thing. I miss drawing them.
4. A horror story, but not particularly horrific. This would be something short, just about a little boy (or girl) who looks into a window at night, only to see something frightening. And each night, he/she sneaks a look and sees it there. It is a sure spiral into paranoid insanity, and yet what was it that he/she saw in the first place, anyway?
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