Happy Short Stories Novels & Stories

They do spend time together and also do some of their assignment. The two always share how they'll like their future to be. They both have always wished for a Happy home in the future. They with their husband and kids. Life is too short not to be happy. At the end they achieved that . They both got married to their husbands and they also have kids" She ended the story. Sarah smiled " I'm really happy they finally achieved their dreams"... Lucy nodded in agreement " but I don't know why I get the feel that this is a story of people I might know "

Or probably those kids might be the children of any of these vendors. “Princess!” Jayden called the moment she slipped from his grasp. Clara took it upon herself to play with the young ones until their mothers were ready to return them home. Happiness—the kind she had never felt before—bloomed in emotional warmth as flowers opened in spring. She was always told when she was a kid that happiness was in everything. She just had to invite it in. It was in the cool rain and deep sunshine, or even when chopping a home-grown vegetable. The point was even in the simplest thing, people could find happiness. Before, Clara didn’t know what true happiness was. This newfound feeling that touched her hea

We were a unit, a perfectly balanced equation that seemed destined to solve for happiness. The world felt vibrant, painted in brighter colors, and I was no longer the quiet observer on the sidelines. I was a participant, a protagonist in a love story that felt too good to be true. I’d lie awake at night, replaying our conversations, cherishing the feeling of his hand in mine, the echo of his laughter. I felt a profound sense of gratitude, a deep well of happiness that threatened to overflow. This was it, I’d tell myself, this is what love feels like. This is what forever looks like.

“Mummy, didn’t you say the amusement park is happy place? Everyone there is happy. I’m so happy, all of us are happy. You’re happy too, Mom, Daddy, Skye, and Sunny. It’s so much fun here!” I smiled at the words that poured from Starr’s lips, each one rooted in her true feelings.

Maybe yesterday when Hazel was making a wish, Martians just happened to pass by in their space ships and helped fulfill her wish en route. Haha, maybe she did save the whole galaxy in her past life that even aliens had come to help her out. These hilarious thoughts swirled in her mind, but she finally decided to just let it go. She didn't care too much about the process or the reason—as long she obtained her desired result, then nothing else mattered. Seeing Sunny dancing to Little Apple was such a joy for her. Hazel 's bright smile was reflected in Zac's dark eyes, which now had a touch of delight.

“There is no love, the ideal is happiness. Happiness is the feeling, the realization of dreams and ambitions. Happiness is sometimes achieving what you want such as wealth, advancement in work, and a stable life. Or sometimes, happiness is going home with food to eat, work to do, and someone to wait for. In short, everyone has the right to choose their own happiness.” "Right." Mike agrees with Cindy's thoughts. “Christmas is a festive season to gather, anyone, whether single or already in love, after all, our journey in this life is to find a happy destination. Have you heard the story of the Four-pointed Star? It tells about the arduous journey to find the happiness of the boy who gardened

They will be happy to be your safe place. I started to write poems and stories when I was eight; being very shy as a kid I used to write a lot. Writing down my feelings gave me happiness. My diary was my very first friend, one who would never judge me but will always be there to listen when I pour my heart out. A very wise woman once told me that, there would be times when I may feel very lonely between people and won't be able to figure what I want. At these times, I'd find home in my words, in my writings. When everything around me gets darker and the reality starts to bite, I tend to write stories and create characters and weave a beautiful, happy story with my words. I'd give it a happy

Enjoy! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

He would have said more but I immediately cut it off with a question that made him stop. A sad smile crept on my lips. "If ever I die, will I be happy too?"

Like warm sunlight spread inside my body, suffusing me with happiness and contentment. "Oh gosh baby, that's not just a wish but also a punch line," I said to him chuckling with mirth and joy. Laughter sparkled like an ember bursting into flame, burning two into happiness. I could feel his smiling even when apart, the joy being infectious and making me feel at home, carefree. Jubilee felt like a bubble inside, rising within me as though it would burst anytime into lightness and liberty.