Leisure Life Novels & Stories

“Sure. But my idea of relaxing and yours are way different.” Why did he bristle? “Meaning what?” “I relax when I’m asleep. Reclining in front of the TV as a way to relax? No thanks. I’d rather do things with real live people instead of pretending what happens on a sitcom or dramedy or reality show matters. Connections matter to me. And there’s nothing more relaxing than laughing with family and friends.” Keely buttoned the last button of the India’s Ink dart league shirt.

I heaved a deep sigh and spoke, "Well, I came back to my usual life being a workaholic freak. But you know what? I have realized that it's actually quite tiring to do the same thing every day, like waking up and going to work, then you'll go home and sleep again. The same thing goes every single day, and it kind of sucks." Moonleigh didn't speak immediately, she was just listening to me. "You know, you shouldn't only focus on working all day and all night. I mean, you can also go and have some fun if you want. Do something you want to do and enjoy life more. After all, you can't bring your company with you if you die. So as long as you still have the chance, you need to live it to the fulles

The way he embraced the violence gave me a perception he was familiar or raised with acceptance to it and maybe the reason he never had friends. “I had fun.” Konstantin said with barely a smile or hint he was happy but he was very relaxed and loose in his steps. “This is just one of the best fun sports, if you liked noise I know an amazing gay, stripper and jazz bar we could visit. There are also other places.” I informed him as he stared at me. “Don’t you ever get tired of it? I heard most women lose interest in their thirties.” “I’m twenty nine you bastard.”

It is true with the blasting music in the background and people trying to make a small talk with me, it completely silences my inner voice which holds much more value to me. Lev leaned against the bar counter, his gaze fixed on the crowd he managed to gather here tonight and a charming smile found its place on his lips when he turned his head to look at me, "Life can not always be about dealing with the mafia." He taunted, still smiling. He does not like the world he is born in, in fact, he hates it. But, nonetheless he would have to one day step in the business no matter how fast and hard he tries to run now, "Sometimes, we need to relax and enjoy ourselves." He added. I raised an unsolicit

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…

“How are you managing? I heard you’re taking the summer off from production.” “Trying to. It’s strange. I don’t know what to do with myself without work pressure.” “Be present with your kids. Enjoy summer. Remember what leisure feels like.” “Leisure feels like managing toddler meltdowns in different locations. Very relaxing.” “Okay, yes, it’s not actually leisure. It’s just different work. Unpaid work with no professional recognition.” “The most important work with no tangible markers of success except keeping children alive and relatively happy.” “When you put it that way, it sounds depressing.”

“We love and we lose. We smile and we cry. Life is to be experienced and sometimes those experiences include some heartache. I have every confidence in the world there is someone out there just waiting for you.” I shook my head. “I don’t know about that. I’m just trying to get through the day. One day at a time.” He chuckled. “You’re a healthy man in his prime. I wouldn’t wait too much longer. You might need to do a lot more skeet shooting if you don’t find yourself a lady.” I looked at him. “Why’s that?” He winked. “Because life is stressful. You need an outlet.” My mind immediately went to my conversation with Leila in the library. We had talked about sex and masturbating, and it had all p

"Haha ithu thevaya? (haha is this all necessary?)" "Pch life is to enjoy da. A little beer and some girls are no harm. I don't smoke, I don't drink hot drinks. I don't do drugs. I work hard all week. I need some relaxation, da. I find pleasure in this. It's just on weekends. That too only on Saturday nights. You spoil almost my every day-time appointment." "God, I can't even hear your dirty confession and whining. Save some for your future wife da."

*Leah* A month later... When it comes to living a fulfilling life, there is nothing quite like indulging in something that you truly love. It brings a sense of joy and contentment that is simply unparalleled. However, the true magic lies in being able to enjoy your passion in an environment that is warm, welcoming and accepting. Whether you are with that special someone or flying solo, there is a unique kind of peace that comes with knowing that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

I was on my second can when I heard footsteps down the stairs, and that was my cue to hide beside the fridge. “Are you sure I can’t stay the night?” I rolled my eyes at how cringy the woman's voice sounds, still probably trying to seduce my housemate. “You know I don’t do that cuddle BS.” Even without seeing his face, I know he was smirking at the girl right now, playing with her like she was on the palm of his hand. “Then maybe we can do this again some other time?” “We'll see." "Just call me when you need to spice up your life."