Life Is Still Going On Novels & Stories

Life is an unending journey—a journey where you should keep going despite the challenges you are facing. In this journey, there is no room for giving up. Yes, you may stop but it requires you not to give up. Sure, life is not a contest where some wins and some losses but it is a battle where in you should win every struggles.

I feel the pressure on my shoulders as if it were my duty to stay alive when the disease gradually degenerates without being able to do anything about it other than follow the treatment to the letter and wait patiently for it to work, and in many cases not even a strictly regimented treatment can ever work. My diagnosis was not very encouraging, the doctors stated that it was statistically impossible for me to survive but here I am, living, or rather, surviving. Every morning when I wake up it could be my last day and the daily thought of that as soon as my eyes open is totally depressing. The only thing that keeps me sane and brings me back to reality is my deep and infinite passion for art

I looked at the road in the evening light. “Now it feels like the point,” I said. “The not being done is not the failure of the work. It is the work. It keeps going because life keeps going. New people arrive. New things grow. The web adds nodes. The satellites add rooms. The letters keep coming.” I paused. “The not being done means it is alive.” He stood quietly beside me. “Yes,” he said. “That is right.” We stood at the gate. The June evening was warm and long and full.

That was the end of another day. Climbing up high! Caring for myself a little more each day. I grow! I grow! I grow! Along with me, extend my knowledge of the world. I am away from the pain of ignorance. Life has built me strong. Life will stay! Life is to stay! I pray for the life of all. For life is to stay. Life is to survive.

Not because the danger had disappeared. It hadn't. The city still buzzed with tension. Enforcers still patrolled every major street. Rumors still followed us everywhere we went. The disappearances were still happening. People were still dying. But today reminded me that life hadn't stopped. People still laughed. Still worked. Still hoped. And as I walked beside Mel through the crowded streets of Aetheron, I realized something else. Months ago, I would have spent this entire trip trying to disappear. Trying to be invisible.

But what does one do when it's a matter of life and death? We practically raised ourselves, and we always looked out for each other, we've ran and survived. Now here we are, trying to make something of our lives. We've longed for a sense of normal in our lives, without the constant looking over our shoulders, to walk freely and never have to worry about anything, more than everyday issues. It's sad really, but it is what it is. I snap out of my thoughts when Callie plops down next to me. " Am hating my life right now." She groans.

“Don’t say things like that. We’re only able to hold it together because we still have you. They wouldn’t want you to be gone like they are. They would want you to go on and live your life as intended.” Jyeon continues cradling, swaying, patting, and holding me, but nothing eases the agony. It’s growing so big I feel like I might die.

But because we did the work to build something that could survive uncertainty. The end. Not because the story is over. Because this is the part where they live.

On the morning of the wedding, the bridesmaids decided to play a quick trivia game with Grayson Cross before our first look. He had to get three questions right before he could see me. I thought he would get them all easily. To my surprise, he got the very first one wrong. “What shoe size does the bride wear?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Size 6.” “What’s the bride’s favorite color?” “Blue.” Everyone exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew awkward. So they asked him an absurdly easy question. “What year did the bride graduate from college?” Everyone thought there was no way he could get that one wrong. After all, we had been classmates in college. “2013. The year she gradua

"What kind of life can we have with this threat all the time?" For a moment, Ash was quiet. Then: "We deal with it one day at a time. We get through this. After that, we determine the next problem. Then the next. "That's all we can do." That sounds tiring. Yes, it is. But it is also life. Especially the way we live.