A Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

The image of a struggling college girl working part-time while chasing her dreams immediately won over countless viewers overnight. She rose to fame in the entertainment industry just like she had in my past life, shining brighter than ever.

Spice is sugar, it's also cheap and doesn't cost much, the two happily thought that they could send their children to school. Because of poverty, few send their children to school, and most of them stay at home to work in the fields or work in remote places. Get married and have children, life is calm, not turbulent, not fighting for power. After a week, everyone found out that Smith and his wife went to Town early in the morning to trade, and Eric told them about this trade. Everyone is jealous, but Smith and Alena always help Eric and Henry this is natural, they can express their displeasure.

Paxton wanted to let him know that Zayn’s life would be undergoing tremendous changes in invincibilis state. Otherwise, he would not have chosen the book to lecture on this topic. Zayn’s interest for the class that would take place was piqued. Soon, students began to express their opinions. “Prof, I think that life is formed by the combination of countless cells and it’s the most wonderful thing in the world!” “Prof, I think that life is a consciousness because there’s only life with consciousness. Tables, chairs, windows, earths have no consciousness and that is why they’re lifeless.”

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

Until she asked me a question that triggered my feelings of “Allie, I've noticed that when I ask you a question that doesn't have to do with your illness you somehow always add CF to the conversation, why is that?” I bite the inside of my cheek thinking about my answer, until I decide to speak. “I don't know, I really don't know, it's like it's all related to that” “Have you ever thought that there are more things in life that you can enjoy," he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room”

"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.

] The words cut into me like knives, over and over. I was here to catch them in the act, but in the end, I turned and left. I went home and sank into the couch, my eyes lifting to the wedding photo on the wall. "I want everyone who walks in here to see how happy we are." I could still hear him saying it when he hung the frame. I stood up and threw it to the floor with everything I had. It shattered the second it hit, just like our marriage. I stared at the broken glass scattered across the floor, feeling like something inside me had been hollowed out.

“What – what are you talking about!? Is that an option!?” “Oh, darling,” Life says, laughing and reaching to place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it fondly as she shakes her head. “Don’t you see? You’re my child – it’s not that easy to kill you, sweetheart. As it stands you’re only…” she screws her mouth to the side, looking for the words to explain it. “Just barely dead. Not actually dead. Not like the rest of them.” She shrugs like it’s completely simple. But the rest of us just stare at Life in complete and utter shock because…

I had forgotten about it until that moment. Brandon chuckled as he handed me a slice. "That might be the most depressing thing I’ve heard today." I took the pizza cautiously. "It’s not depressing." "It absolutely is," he said. "What kind of life doesn’t include pizza?" "The productive kind." He laughed. "Sure, Joan. Keep telling yourself that." We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he said, "You’re going to need at least two slices if you’re going to repair that statement."