A Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

Sukoon life is not always giving you red roses it will give you some difficulties also. Life is a beautiful journey filled with ups and downs, twists and turns. It can be challenging at times, but that is what makes it worth living. Every experience, whether good or bad, teaches us something invaluable. It helps us grow, learn and become the best version of ourselves. So, never give up on pursuing your dreams and passions, remember that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Stay positive, stay motivated, and never let anyone dull your sparkle. Life is precious, and every moment counts. Live it to the fullest!

I whisper to myself after a couple of minutes staring at the painting. I shake my head and eat a piece of slice melon. I know life is so hard to deal especially if things didn't go as we planned but then it would be more difficult if we always reflect reality into fantasy. Life doesn't have a happy ending, it's a constant cycle of good and bad, happy and sad, life and death. Sighing, I continue putting spread on the slice of wheat bread when suddenly someone tapped the table making me flinch. My both eyes are both wide open as I met Vicenzo's stare.

If I wanted a modicum of a normal life, I needed to make an effort. Picking up another slice of pizza, I reveled in the way it tasted. How would I ever be able to go throughout life without being able to indulge in this? It was almost unfair that I was going to be leaving soon. I was going to miss the things I have come to experience and enjoy so much. I was grateful though that I had been able to at least get a taste of what life could have been if I had been born like a normal wolf.

It's been a hard few years, and now that I know the news his new wife is holding in, it makes me want to solve everything for my president. "Slice, go in and speak with Bone. I'll be right in." Slice spots me then nods his head at his president. An old timer who came in a few years after Crusher and the others started the club, Slice is the club's medic and all around scary lookin' mother fucker. Six five, with a large dark goatee and booming voice, but deep down the asshole is gentle as a kitten in a sandbox. Austin approaches me with a chin lift, and I lean against the nearest wall.

They will pay with their lives. Once Slice has her face clean he turns around and sees everyone is staring. Slice is another old timer from my dad's day. He was a firm believer in getting out of the drug business. At the time, his two daughters were going into high school and he knew he didn't want rumors circulating about them. I see where he is going with the look he is giving everyone so I whistle loudly and tell everyone to kindly fuck off.

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Everything tonight was heavier than it should be. I unwrapped it slowly, layer by painfully layer. Like peeling back skin. And then, I saw it. “A blade.” It wasn’t large, not ornate but wrong. The metal didn’t catch the light. It swallowed it. It was alive in a way steel should never be.

As to the life we live here and the one back in New York, it's like night and day. Pop has been cleaning up the family business since before I was born; though things were nowhere near what they used to be by then, it was still pretty rough. I'm not sure how no one sees that things are even worst now, that with technology, all you need is a little planning to take out the enemy without leaving a trace.

What I can't tell my mother I tell my grandmother because she is so much more understandable and she is always of good advice. Our life is worth what it cost us in effort. What is life? A delirium. What is life? A shadow, an illusion, and the greatest of goods are hardly counted. Yes, all of life is a dream, and dreams themselves, what are they? Dream!We are all resigned to death; it is to life that we cannot resign ourselves to, the root of the problem is that humans stop at the superficial side of what is life, I know it and I feel it there ' has a lot more than that, and I want to live it, I want to live happy days, when I see other people laughing out loud and going out, having relations

"Ah, look at you. So soft-hearted. You're gonna be making plenty of tragic documentaries in the future. Come on, come on, wipe those tears. Save them for later." Behind the camera, William let out a long sigh. He fixed the tripod in place, then turned and walked into the kitchen. Not long after, the table was full of food. They were all my favorites. I leaned against him, one hand over my stomach. "Tell me… what does it really feel like to have someone waiting for you to come home for dinner?" Before he could answer, I smiled and sipped my soup. "Never mind. I was just rambling." [In the Next Life — April 12, 2024, 3:09 PM — I Don't Want To Die]