It’s early in the morning, and it was after jotting down words I don’t know of in a notebook I thought maybe this I could give this writing practice an upgrade. I flipped to earlier pages, and selected 2-4 words. They were puff piece/puffery, and humdrum.
Then I made a short story out of it:
Once, they needed to escape the humdrum of their lives. In the city, they had though that each day would take a unique form of its own; one that would prove more exciting than the suburbs. Instead, it was like a puff piece. Lured in by its exaggerated claims, and forced to settle for its true mediocrity. Now, they had ended up with the fresh start they wanted; but, for how long until they realise it’s the same routine all over again.