A Little Life Plot Novels & Stories

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

I picked up my coffee. Outside the January city was doing its Wednesday thing, indifferent and continuous and entirely uninterested in the specific and irreplaceable texture of a kitchen at seven-fifteen in the morning where two sisters sat across from each other and a four-year-old studied a map of the world and a letter was folded in a jacket pocket and a drawing was in the same pocket and the plan was done and the rest of the life was beginning. The rest of the life was beginning. That was the thing I had not had a word for since Nina asked what happens when it’s over and I had sat with no answer.

The courtyard is quiet in the specific way of Silver Hollow after midnight: the city is not asleep, it never entirely sleeps, but the particular quality of human and supernatural life that gives it its daytime energy has settled into a lower register and what remains is the city's texture without its volume. "Halfway," she says. He looks at her. "Fifty chapters," she says. "Of whatever we are calling this." He is quiet for a moment. "A life," he says. "A life," she agrees. "Is that what you have been doing inside?" he asks. "Accounting for the life?" "Taking stock," she says. "Two pages backward and three pages forward." "The forward pages are longer." "They usually are," she says. "That is

And I, who had said yes in fear and yes in choice, said it a third time, in peace, which was the only way I had never said it. "Yes," I said. "To the small thing. To all the Tuesdays." Behind us the city went on with its morning, indifferent and ordinary and safe, and for the first time in the length of the whole story, there was nothing coming, and nothing to survive, and no plan running underneath the moment. There was only the two of us, and the coffee going cold, and the long quiet future, finally begun.

~FLASHBACK AUTHOR'S POV The atmosphere was grim, filled with only silence and beeping of medical machines. Both of them were lost in their own thoughts, miles away from reality. The opening of the door, created the much needed disruption in the lane of their life consuming thoughts. A sneaky Louis stepped inside the room, sliding the door, trying to make as much sound as possible. Just as he looked up at the two of them staring back at him, she shot up to stand straight and minded his weird act just now. Shit!

I thought as my eyes traveled up and I felt the little life I had in me leaving my body. What?! TBC

As Via waited for Cassie at the café, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief washed over her. It was comforting to know that she wasn't alone in this, that she had someone she could rely on, no matter what. As she sat there, trying to enjoy a cup of fruit tea, her mind raced with a thousand different thoughts and emotions. How did her life turn into a chaotic mess in just weeks? How would she deal with all the changes that happened so suddenly in her life?

"Ruby had a relapse. I stayed with her at the hospital. You know she's an orphan. She doesn't really have anyone else to turn to. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He stepped toward me and reached out, trying to pull me into his arms. But I stood up and took a step back, just in time to slip out of his reach. "I'll go heat up your dinner," I said softly. Caleb nodded, a little ashamed. "Thanks, Zoe. I promise I'll make it up to you in a week." I lowered my head and said nothing. "Make it up to me? There's no 'future' for us anymore. I've only got 48 hours left to live," I thought.

SHAWNA'S POV: Life has always been cruel to me, I have lost all those who were once close to my heart. Standing here all alone. Well, they say, nobody's life is perfect and neither is that they are perfect... But guess that is how life is, like me. I am not perfect or either my life is, for me, life is now a mystery. It is always in suspense what the next morning bring for me?... LIFE... the four-letter word... it's amusing how tiny and simple it looks, but when we see it closely, it is a big wide world. It would take another novel to write it all about.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT: “How long is this our life?” Theo asked it in the living room at 4:25 p.m. standing over the coffee table like the question might finally put a crack in the floorboards. Lyra looked up from folding. Dimitri stopped in the doorway. June’s crayon froze mid-stroke. “What part?” Lyra said. “All of it.” Theo’s voice was fast, scraped. “Empty days. Free nights. Two looks. Protected hours. Residual. Scripts. ER parking. I’m twelve and I can’t see the end of the system. I can only see the next sound.”