Lazy Life Novels & Stories

Normalcy. Life with the Harsányis troupe was none of those things. He’d finally done his own running away at fifteen. Run away from the circus. How ironic was that? Gotten himself declared an emancipated minor, changed his name, and worked his way through school, planning for the day when he could have a normal life. He was so close. Partner in a venture capital firm that was on the cutting edge of green technology—life expe-riences providing as much of that education as college courses—judicious spending practices, friends, vaca-tions, retirement accounts…

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

Amelia muttered and Shirley scoffed, her gaze on Amelia turning to a glare. "To you, it might be that easy, after all, you are not even a real student but I am and I cannot be reckless or take my studies unseriously," Shirley said. "Yeah I know that story Nation's Fairy slash Supermodel slash Heiress of C-Perfect Fashion Label, don't you have just the perfect life?" Amelia taunted. "And what is that even supposed to mean?" Shirley asked. "Trust me, if you lose control and you will if you don't master control of your wolf side, the perfect life you have worked so hard to build will come crumbling down to dust," Amelia blurted out.

He rubbed at his temple, wincing as the dull throb at the base of his skull returned—stronger this time. He hated that pain. It was the only thing lately that reminded him he was still alive. Nathan stood, moving toward the window. The city glittered below—bright, noisy, full of life he couldn’t feel. Neon lights painted his reflection across the glass: tousled hair, tired eyes, perfection sculpted by fame but filled by exhaustion. He tapped his cigarette against the railing, watching the ashes scatter like snow. “Another night,” he murmured, “another stranger.” His phone buzzed on the table. A message from his manager:

Sophia and her husband had sneaked away, and Alice had been taken home by her driver. At the table, it was only Caspian, me, and the elderly people who looked like they still wanted to chat for a little while longer. “You’re twenty-six, right?” Caspian asked. “And what has my age got to do with anything?” I asked back, my eyebrows furrowing. “You’re so young, yet you live like an old woman. Go out, have fun. Let loose… You live every day and only die once. But even though you live every day, it’s only for a short while. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

Diving into a pool full of horse shit is way better than having memories of someone you never made up with. Life is a fucking whore, but it never gives you a good fuck. Anyways, let’s begin today’s confession. LIFE IS HARD THEN YOU DIE THEN THEY THROW DIRT IN YOUR FACE THEN THE WORMS EAT YOU BE GRATEFUL IT HAPPENS IN THAT ORDER  DAVID GERROLD

I muttered, earning a tired laugh from her. “Livana Isole Liveshade,” she said, using my full name now. “It’s your last day of school and your birthday. You are going.” Birthday. The thought pushed through the fog in my head. Eighteen. The age where everything was supposed to make sense, the age you met your mate, and the age people stopped looking at you like you were unfinished. I wanted all of that. Nothing dramatic. Nothing complicated. Just something normal. But thinking about it this early in the morning felt exhausting, so I rolled over again.

“Why is that?” “Lisa has a loose mouth,” Joseph said in return with an eye roll. “Sorry if I said too much,” I said, lowering my gaze. “I don’t think she meant any harm in it. She was just surprised you brought me to the headquarters.” “They die,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “Humans have a very short life and it’s fragile. They die easily and when I’m immortal and don’t die as easily, it gets morbid. I used to have a lot of friends, but they are no longer around. “

HA! You only get one life. Follow your dreams. NEVER APOLOGIZE for setting a goal and coming up with a plan to achieve it. I will help you. I promise. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that we only get one. Life is short. And no matter how hard you try to soak in each day, today is the only day that’s promised. Yesterday is for memories and learning. And tomorrow is never promised. Don’t live in fear, sweet girls. Fear is a liar that will steal your joy. So live each day with love for others, love for yourself, and faith in something bigger than yourself.

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice