Desperate Living Novels & Stories

“Castor, you truly are the best.” “Are Oreos one of your cravings?” Christian asks. “I don’t have any cravings.” “Oreos and coffee are Livie’s guilty pleasures.” Castor sounds tired and I take him in again and notice the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled appearance. “Castor sit down and eat some with me. Alpha I think we are done here. I haven’t seen my friend in a long time and the time in your dungeon didn’t suit him.” “I’m didn’t torture him or anything he was fed and just stayed down there.”

Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having a purpose in life or an overall vision or attitude towards life. There are many definitions or descriptions of living, but they all have just one thought. For me, what is living? I certainly don't know or have any idea of what is living despite of those, I still couldn't understand what it's saying or what it's telling me. Because, how can you understand if your life has no purpose or direction. I wanted to experience being alive. Living with having a goal leading you to an imaginary final destination. Creating or drawing a picture in your mind of yourself achieving your dreams. Being to know the right path for you; that you won't even work half as h

In the other part of the world, a lady named Dulcenea Mara Grange a hopeless women who's living her life is a totally mess. She's alone. Ever since she live on this globe, she doesn't anyone to rely on. An orphan and taken care by the Mothers of the orphanage where she grows up and stand on her own. Life really suck for her. She's maybe a worthless person who ever been exist. The family she only have has been taken away by the fire accident. How pity. She badly wanted to end it. She's maybe tired of running away everytime in her whole life. All of us has it's limit.

, she screamed again. The pain became worst as the time goes by but Des did not give up. She knew that Lt. Dan will come and rescue her sooner. All she had to do was to buy more time for her to survived. She did everything she could just for her to breathe. No matter how small the chances were, she would take it. That was how desperate she was to live.

How alive do we need to defeat death? We were in desolation, desperation, depression and in dire need of aid, a panacea to overcome this societal affliction. The vultures were familiar with our surroundings, preying and feeding on those corpse lying on the street. People who could not even attain the status of being buried but just left as ashes to decay on the path. Our crops had died, our fishes were gone, our money had no value… some people had turned cannibals, hunting for any flesh just to stay alive. Most of us had given up, this was the apocalypse which had been predicted thousands of years ago.

I said. He stood up. "Look at your friend, he is in critical condition. I don't have many years left to live too. It may seem selfish of me, but I want to you to set sail in search of The Wish Fish. I want you to know all the answers. Also, this is the only way you can save your friend's life. Do it for whatever reason suits you." We were now in a dilemma. Whether to put our life on the line for this rascal Subham or not. Who the f*ck cared about an old man?

The materialistic things held no meaning to him and thus he didn't care about them at all. But still, he was trying to be better and more successful just because of her cause she wanted to feel more secure in life. He had lost everything and felt like his life had no meaning anymore. Unknowingly, he started walking towards the cliff; he wanted to die. Eli noticed that and ran up to him. She was freaking out as she figured how the story was going to end. "No no no!" She shouted and regretted that he couldn't hear her. She was terrified at that point and wanted to save him.

A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered why she would be so desperate to escape her existence. The depth of her despair was a stark revelation: she had genuinely wanted to end her life. The thought sent a chill through me, and I couldn't help but wonder what could have driven her to such extremes. The guilt that had momentarily receded came flooding back, threatening to overwhelm me. I took a deep breath, striving to keep my tone gentle and non-judgmental.

I managed to whisper it out, not trusting my voice. "The company isn't doing well and is close to bankruptcy. This was the only way," he said. "So you're selling me off." I cried out. I couldn’t control the tears that fell from my eyes. I turned to my mom, who was close to tears, then to my brother, who couldn't even look me in the eyes. " No, sweetie, never. If we had any other choice, we would never have thought of this, "my mom spoke out softly as she cried. I stood up slowly, staring down at them, hurt and disappointed."

Daren asked in confusion as they all walked down the stairs. They could see Dotun in the living room with Dele on his lap as he caressed his head slowly. “What’s the problem?” Daren asked as he walked into the living room. “Ask your wife!” Dotun fired. “What are you both talking about? Make it clearer!” Melisa cried anxiously. Just then, Elsa and Charles appeared on the stairs and they both hurried down the stairs as they saw everyone gathered in the living room. “What’s the cause of this pandemonium that has deprived me of my sleep?” She asked angrily as she walked towards them.