Short Story Idea

I want to write a short story about some kind of elaborate, neurotic event, that the main character is narrating through their thoughts. And I want the whole story to take place in about an hours time. But that's all I got so far. Nothing has popped out at me or struck me with inspiration yet. If you have any ideas or comments about the idea please write them. I haven't gotten any comments on any of my blogs yet so I don't know what people think of them. So, Classmates I need your input, please and thank you.

Masquerade Ball

Masquerade
Disguised villains on parade
Masquerade
Hide yourself so the world will never find you
Masquerade
Every color, every shade
Masquerade
Hide yourself so the world will never know you

Who is who?
You'll never know
Their true faces will never show

Masquerade
Everyone a different shade
Masquerade
Protect yourself or your mask just might become you

Life is like my glove box.
Empty except for the most important information.
Moving through time without really knowing it.

Fallen cherry blossoms crawl across my toes. The bright green grass sways with the voices in the wind. As I stare off into the vast plains, I imagen the hundreds of men that laid on the ground I stand upon. How once these trees were witnesses to the most horrible events, but now honor their deaths with the beauty of their innocent spirits. Today, I watch the blue birds clash with the blood crimson sky, and pass through the suns last rays. They bring life to this once ocean of murder and men who didn't have the time to die. Fallen pedals kiss the skin on my feet, kisses left by the young soldiers who gave their lives to the land.

Short Story Idea..please comment

Troy and I met on the subway to work one day. The train was unusually crowded, so when I boarded the compartment there were no seats left. Uncomfortably, I maneuvered my way into a somewhat empty space just big enough to hold my petite figure. Stop after stop, more and more people boarded the train, unfortunately, very few got off. While, arriving at my destination, the doors to our over populated chamber slid open. Just as I take a step from my niche a flood of people flow through the isle and trample me. Thankfully, breaking my fall was a young man about early twenties, who was sitting in the seat behind me.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry” I cry out, awkwardly sitting on this handsome stranger. He simply chuckled at me with a magnificent glistening smile.
“It’s quite alright.” said the man with a captivating Australian accent. “Are you alright though?”
“Yes I’m fine, thank you.” I gazed into his big blue eyes, not as deep and vast as the oceans but dark and round like freshly picked blueberries still damp from the morning dew. After realizing just how hypnotizing his appearance is, I heard the doors of the subway train seal shut. Than, being distracted from his beauty, I also come to realize that I’m still sitting on his lap.

What if you were trapped on an island? Disoriented and scared, as night begins to fall. No one asked you what was that one thing you would take. No one gave you the choice to take someone along. Just, thrown into shear loneliness, worse than you've ever dreamed. 

Perhaps this wasn't your average island. The ocean doesn't slide upon the tropical shore line. The palms don't rattle in the night wind. There is no life here. For the island you landed on, is constructed of ice. The purest, life giving  thing on this planet, which is your demise. What you might usually dream about running to for escape has captured you, and now you might try to escape it. This endless desert of frozen sand, no sun, no heat, no life, except yours. However, at this moment no one knows you exist. Like Davy Jones Locker, you have died and gone to an unexpected hell. But wouldn't that be bitter sweet. 

So you live, for now. In the forever loneliness which is the glaciers stranded in the ocean. In a world when no one knows you're alive, do you truly exist?