A Little Thing Called Life Book Novels & Stories

I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. "Hey, babe, what do you think of this?" I show the front to Tiffany as she rounds the corner. "What is it?" "It's called Peanut's Wish." I flip through some of the pages. "It looks it's about a baby who can't wait to be born, or… I don't know. It sounds weird when I say that. It looks cute though."

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.

There the first page was a blank page and the second page depicts the title of the book, it was about a story "The little Princess," he whispered through the room because he knew that no one can hear him inside or outside but still he needs to be careful. So he shut his mouth again while focusing his view on the book more like it was making his spine have shivers as well as goosebumps all over his skin 'So it was based on a true story after all, what is the meaning of this and why did it have to be one of his treasures? The author was not even mentioned at all'

The black pegasus asked. "It just talked!" Mo Lan said. Her eyes sparkling in interest. The crowd started to talk amongst themselves. The Moon Valley Sect almost lost their minds. Especially the Elder that presided over them. "It is alive.." Mo Lan was not at that level yet to do such a thing. "To give life through Realization..."

'He went on hunger strike. 'They had only one child and they could not feed him to his fill.' He sighed. 'Let children eat their fill, that's very apt, very apt.' 'Yes, one child and they gave him such a serious instruction. Can you listen to another one? Mmh…' She flipped the pages. 'I want you to enjoy this particular story. It's entitled 'A Battle of Will'.' 'The story that gave the book its title.' 'Yes. Are you still interested?'

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'

The light from outside streamed into the cellar, dispelling the darkness inside that space. I moved closer to look inside the cellar. My body was there. The cellar was a closed space, and the temperature inside was just right. Even though I had only been dead for three days, my body seemed like I had probably died for more than ten days. The body was badly decomposed. A large amount of maggots had hatched from the eggs, and they could be seen writhing over the corpse.

the little girl whispered as she got up and walked towards the woman in front o her, "Come on little one, let's get you some food," the mother responded as if nothing had happened hours ago, "Okay, mommy," the little girl responded with a big smile on her face as she followed her mother downstairs to the dinner table. As the little girl and her mother at the table everyone began to eat, her father and brothers grabbed their food first, and then the little girl and her mother grabbed their food; "Boys, how are you doing at school?" the father asked as he bit into his food,

Beside it was a handwritten rendition of a line from a poem, written by the poet, Shamus Upshaw. "Through life's ups and downs, I walk ever on, unmoved by storms or fair weather." Over in a corner of the study stood a vase as tall as a person. In it were a few dried eucalyptus branches that added a unique sensibility to the place. A wooden bookcase was positioned flush against the western wall, and it was filled with thousands of threadbound volumes. After taking a seat on a wooden chair, Ambrose said, "My name is Ambrose Landon. I'm Serena's father."