About Life Novels & Stories

That your life is not a fiction. I stared at nothingness and could not help but think why do I lose reasons to live. Yes, my life is fine now. But I do feel like something is missing. That I can feel that I am lacking of something that I cannot even explain. A big chapter of my life, or even a climax to reach my ending, yet, I do not know what it really is. I couldn't define it. Yeah, I am already doing so fine. I have my job. My life is stable, but life could not just be perfect for us to be happy.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

Absolutely nothing! Only the soul will be carried away and nothing else. Enrich your life experiences, nourish your soul with satisfaction, love, great values, character and blessings. Only these things will matter at the end and we will carry it along with ourselves. Why have we taken our life for granted? Of all the people who go to bed, over a million people will not wake up tomorrow morning. And tomorrow if you and I wake in the morning, is it not a superb day? A million people did not wake up! You woke up, is it not a great thing? And for many, many millions of people somebody who is dear to them did not wake up so just check those 5–6 people around you. They all woke up.. Wow what a be

I told him and he nodded. "If they try to kill you off I will give you life, those bitches are crazy if they think I won't, becoming life has given me a treasure trove of knowledge and I will save you," Miguel stated. I chuckled internally at my soulmate. "I don't want them to punish you for helping me," I said as I turned and ran the back of my hand down the side of his handsome face. He smiled back and said we should get some sleep. I sighed and agreed seeing it was around two in the morning. I went to my bathroom and stripped down to my boxers, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I'd been living forever and before Miguel I would have welcomed my e

Even just for a brief period of time. He felt calmer as he sipped his coffee, his head turning to look at everyone who also had their own lives. It fascinated him whenever he thought that every single person in the world was living a unique life, and that just like him, they also had problems and ordeals in life. It fascinated him how strange and magical life was, even when it sometimes would appear to be mundane and redundant.

Settle down with someone, maybe have a few children and just, live. But who knows where life will throw me. The only plan is to just live every second god gives me.

It is better that way; . . . . . This is life.

Annalise had no idea where she was or who had taken care of her. Something she did realise, however, was that the dream she thought she had was in fact a memory. The falling from the cliff was real- it had happened, but how had she survived? Annalise's throat was dry, glancing around, she saw a glass of water on the bedside table. Reaching for it, she held it both her hands, she brought it up to her face and inhaled. She didn't smell anything unusual and took a small sip at first, then another and another.

Charles A lifeless being who is roaming around this world lifeless without any means of life—that is what I am now. I am a mere shell, devoid of purpose or vitality. Every day feels like a monotonous existence as I wander aimlessly through the world, disconnected from the joys and passions that once defined me.

I should also think about exploring new things in my life. . #TBC