Fiction

       So I follow. I follow up and down, through the sparkling evergreens, inside branches and brambles, past cabins and meadows and all civilization until we crest the top of a hill. I never see her face.

1430 years ago, a cure to boredom was made.

When I woke that day, I remembered having seen an angel in my dreams. It came to me and it hung from grand wings. I remembered the shadow the wings displayed on my bedroom wall and the strange face in front of me illuminated by my nightlight.

Once upon a time there was a boy named Jeff. He was a naughty one. For example, he brought a cow to school one day. Then he egged the school––but no one found out about that one.

Boredom is something that can only be cured by the perfect soup that you need a special recipe for.  This recipe can only be found in a witch's hut in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.   
Ingredients

Two eggs 

Oh my god. How could I have lost them? I finally scored the lead role in the school play and I lost my shoes two hours before the show is supposed to start. I’m so stupid, Mr. Daniels even told me to leave them at school so I didn’t lose them.

I was sitting in chemistry class zoning out once again. I refocused my eyes on the board and tried to pay attention. I looked over at the clock and saw that we had twenty five more minutes of class.

    Everyone gets bored and boredom is terrible. If there was a cure to boredom, I think it would be a pill.

     There have been many instances in which one faces trouble, and many try to avoid it. However, there is one person who never dodges a question, who never gets herself out of an event.

I dream sometimes, of love and hate and snow. Here in California, where summers rage with endless flames, where each spring and autumn brings another dusty wind to my window, there isn't much to speak of.

Junction City, Kansas, July 15th of 2085.

As winter comes the days start to get colder in the morning and the grass becomes covered in a layer of frost. As you walk across the yard the grass crunches under you feet and your breath leaves steam in the air.