Life As We Know It Novels & Stories

As animals do Do not run after money No one specie Except for humans Find as true None finds it as True And then stand higher From where you stood From where you stand Love is the choice Life is mandatory for me For you So do not die for love Take everything in stride May you survive This life is of that value Of that worth From where I stand Till where I stood Is growth new Is growth new From what life taught From what I knew I have grown I have grown new I don’t know how you quantify What you call life Why, by that name Why this stress For what this strain But life has taught me new A lesson new Life is everything From now on for me Be it day Be it noon It’s there It’s there Does our earth

I looked at my phone and saw the message from the government, that's never good, I live in America, it's the land of dreams, the land of fucked up government, and I don't care what others would say. The year is 2886, and the world is still the same as it ever was, it's just another day, and the sun still shines every morning, and sets every night, humans have to get up every morning and go to sleep every night, we have to work and we have to eat, and pay bills, our life is the same as the ancient ones before us, nothing has changed, you'd think a nuclear war would have changed our minds or the way we look at the world, but we didn't, we built the world all over again and we continued from th

I traced the journey of a seed that dreamed of being a comet. This was our life now. Not an ending, but a distillation. We had moved from shaping the narratives of galaxies to inscribing tales on water and earth, and the simplicity of it was more profound than any cosmic truth we had ever uncovered. We were not just living in the garden; we were becoming part of its story, and it was becoming part of ours.

Together over easy. And we'd keep choosing it. Every day. Every challenge. Every crisis. Every beautiful messy moment. Because of this. Right here. This imperfect perfect life. This hard-won peace. This carefully maintained love. This was everything. And we were finally wise enough to know it.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

"It's not too late to change your mind, to choose something quieter." "I'm certain." The conviction in my own voice was almost startling. "These are our people now. This is our life. I want to celebrate that properly." Our people. Our life. The possessive pronouns felt natural as breathing, as if I'd been waiting my entire existence to find circumstances where claiming connection felt like expansion rather than limitation. Outside our windows, the domain was waking to another day of whatever normal looked like in places where supernatural creatures built families from choice rather than mere biology. Soon we would join them, would begin the process of discovering what domestic life looked li

“Hate me all you want. I like it when people hate me,keeps them alive. It keeps them sharp.” She shook her head, furious. “You don’t know me. You don’t get to claim anything about me. I’m not scared. I’m not weak. And I sure as hell don’t need you in my life like this.” He tilted his head slightly, darkness flickering in his eyes. “You think you’re strong. You are. But strength alone won’t keep you alive. Awareness will. That’s why you’re here. That’s why I’m telling you. And you’ll see. Soon enough, you’ll understand why nothing else mattered.”

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

As the Spore reached the center of Andromeda, Audrey realized that the "Awakening" was not going to be as simple as it had been in the Milky Way. Here, the "Stasis" had gone deeper, infecting the very "Laws of Mathematics." The gravity was "Too Round," the light was "Too Straight," and the entropy was "Non-Existent." To bring life here, they had to be more than "Sowers"; they had to be "Architects."