A Simple Life Book Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. We've been on the road for days, and we're exhausted. A proper bed will be a blessing." Mrs. Thompson led them to their room, adorned with soft, floral-patterned curtains and comfortable-looking beds. Eva's weariness intensified as she observed the cosy surroundings, and she felt a lump form in her throat. It was rare to find such kindness and comfort in these troubled times. As the children settled into their beds, Eva carefully tended to the newborn, checking the diaper and ensuring warmth and comfort. She marvelled at the sleeping innocence of her precious baby, a glimmer of hope amid chaos.

And the world doesn't end. Small victories count. This was a small one. But it was mine. I close the journal, turn off the light, and fall asleep in my impractical expensive sweater, surrounded by unread books. And for the first time in two lifetimes, I feel rich. Not because of the money. But because I kept it.

The sun started to sink below the horizon, casting the garden in warm, golden light, and I felt an odd sense of peace settle over me. After a while, Dev broke the silence. “You know,” he said, his tone thoughtful, “It’s funny. People make life so complicated, but there’s something about a patch of vegetables that’s just… honest. You plant a seed, water it, and it grows. No games, no secrets.” I smiled, pressing a small seedling into the soil. “If only people were that simple.” Dev chuckled, nodding. “True. But maybe that’s why things like this are important. They remind us that not everything has to be so complicated.”

A perfect Sunday morning where there was no school, work, or anything to think of, was supposed to be the time you'll felt relax and have a good time rest. Well, only if you didn't have anything to rush for your deadline. And since the school year just started there was nothing much to do first. So life sucks if you still needed to do work on this beautiful day. And life sucks if you needed to deal with a lot of problem children in some random park. I took a deep breath. 'Here goes nothing.' "Carla, we will play something else ok?"

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

People filed in and I, along with two other older-looking women, left quickly. The bus stop was a five-minute walk away from Ross's house so while Deshawn trailed behind me, talking absentmindedly about the city, I watched the posh side of the city with wide eyes. Those large homes with white picket fences, garages, and grand balconies were all I wanted. I could imagine myself waking up in a beautiful home like that and eating pancakes on the balcony while watching the sunrise. It was the type of neighborhood where you could film a cute coming of age story with American teenagers who would ride their bikes along the perfectly paved streets.

With what little savings I left, I opened a small bookstore not far from home and named it "Homecoming." I no longer pursued worldly success or longed for passionate romance. Every day I lived a simple life: tending flowers, reading books, and cooking meals for Mom. When the weather was nice, I would push Mom's wheelchair to the beach and watch the sunrise and sunset. After experiencing such tremendous turmoil and pain, I finally found inner peace again. Several years later, I received a letter from Felix. The letter said that the elementary school and library in the town changed many children's lives. Every year, students got into top universities, left the small town, and went out into the

"In my life, I have been humble, prominent, glorious, and watched with cold eyes. In the past more than a year, I have lived a simple life, which is exactly what I like most." "I believe that many people will like it, so someone is destined to protect this simple life." Jason said with a smile.