A Life Well-lived Book Novels & Stories

There was just a dry, heavy silence. As I was about to hang up, he suddenly said, “Ruth, the doctors say I have cancer. I don’t have long to live.” I responded softly, “Then make the most of your time.” The next second, he choked back a sob and started crying on the phone. Finn had always been a proud and arrogant man. I couldn’t imagine anything that would make him cry. He asked me, “Ruth, if I hadn’t gone abroad back then, do you think we’d be married by now?”

I've always wanted to slow time down. I want to appreciate every second, minute, and hour of my life. I want to live a longer life. I'm not sure I believe what my doctor told us. I refuse to accept the fact that I only have a short time left to live. That is something I despise. But I still want to give my all. I want all the best. That's how valuable time is to me.

People moved around them, their faces aglow with purpose and connection. Nathan observed a young man seated at a nearby bench, engrossed in a book. The title was discernible from where he stood - "Mastering Mental Resilience." Nathan exchanged a knowing smile with Miranda. They had distributed copies of the book during their event. It was a compilation of stories, experiences, and practical advice on mental wellness, created by individuals from their community center.

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

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In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

The Book in the World The book was titled simply: The Healed Territory. Elara had not planned the title — it arrived when she was writing the twelfth chapter and she understood it was right because it was accurate. Not the healing process, not the governance methodology, not the theory. The territory after the healing. What it was to live there.

Tony's Grateful That He Has… Dillon, Mr. Jack, Mrs. Tracey, Adrian, Kat, Brenden and my coworkers. Harley and Bertha. The health of the people I care about and my own. My job at the shop. Apartment. FOOD! And shelter and clothing and all, but deliciousness especially. My bed. Any other material thing that's important.

"Do I want to put this here? Should I make this long or short? Does this statement or humor or pun offend anybody?" Authors have all that to think of and the last thing we want right now is somebody on our necks drilling us because we didn't write how they like or we didn't write what they wanted to read. The book is mine and I write it how I want. Although opinions are highly welcome, I will not change or modify my book because then it becomes unoriginal. If everyone's opinion is taken, we wouldn't live our lives freely now, would we?

Then she reads part from a letter that I never managed to finish writing, “My beloved, They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”