Life's Like A Bowl Of Cherries Novels & Stories

Dime and I cleaned up the kitchen after we had said goodbye to Trish and Dave, "Tonight was fun," Dime said as she smiled, lighting up the whole room, "It was, wasn't it? I wish our lives back home would have been like this," I confessed as I cleaned a plate and handed it to Dime to dry, "I do too," Dime confessed as her smile dimmed a bit; "But now we have people who care about us, isn't that what matters most?" Dime asked as she finished drying the last plate, "You're right, that is all that matters," I agreed as my own smile shown bright along with Dime's. Dime and I headed to bed after promising to start packing for college tomorrow,

She laughed and turned the radio knob, flipping through stations trying to find something that wasn’t jazz or gospel. That was Cherrie’s problem. She’d always lived like the world was one giant playground made just for her. Like that kid who jumps off a swing headfirst because they’re convinced someone will catch them before they hit the ground. She’d cross busy streets without looking, wearing that confident smile, completely sure cars would stop by magic or something. And the worst part? Most of the time, it worked.

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.

“I don’t know. What’s boring?” “Boring. Boring is boring. Who wants a boring life?” “Me?” “Bullshit,” she says. “Only assholes want boring lives.” I laugh and cry until I reach the pizza. Then I just inhale cheese and pepperoni like it’s going out of style, all the while surrounded by the love of my ridiculously not-boring family.

We'd gone into the federal penitentiary together, and we had come out the same way. "Shots." Cherry lifted a tray over our heads and made her way to the table we circled. "JŠgerbombs." I'd just picked up a glass and raised my hand to toast the groom when the lights went out. Music played in the pitch-black room, and the second the bass drum pounded a beat, pinpricks of light circled the walls and ceiling. The Pretty Reckless song "Make Me Wanna Die" came through the speakers, and the moment a spotlight hit the girl on stage, everything else in the room ceased to exist. She was every bit as fierce as Taylor Momsen, only younger with edgy brown hair and a thin frame. Whoever the chick was, she

Cherry’s POV Okay, I’ve been dolled up several times before in ways that you cannot even begin to imagine but never, and I repeat, never have I looked this damn glamorous. I don’t know who Xavier, Maddison and Coral are but after this miracle that they’d just performed, I had to get all their numbers and become friends with them instantly, because I literally looked like a Disney Princess after they were done.

Hyun Joo said, “We decided to buy it by this weekend. So, let’s talk about the colour and model at this evening after our work.” Bo Ra said, “Yeah sure. Let’s hurry to work.” Hyun Joo and Bo Ra going to work. Hyun Joo asked, “Did you have any car on your mind?” Bo Ra said, “I don’t like cars. I am ok with anything.” Hyun Joo asked, “Don’t you have any dreams to go on a ride with me on some car.” Bo Ra said, “No, I don’t have… I like to walk like this forever with you. And holding hands while walking. We will come here again when cherry blossoms starts.”

In past years, someone would have started clapping by now. But this year, no one did. Polly Malfoy, a newcomer who had joined three months ago, was the first to lift her head. She said, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that at Midea Tech's annual meeting, everyone got two big boxes of cherries." The room fell abruptly silent. I frowned. "What did you just say?" "Cherries," she repeated, tracing a small circle on the tabletop. "Imported ones. "One box costs seventy or eighty dollars. Two boxes are 160 dollars—and that doesn't even include the extra two months' salary they give."

I told him, bouquet in hand, that all I ever wanted was a quiet life—simple meals, calm days, a few cats, and a place by the sea where I could watch the sun go down and study medicinal herbs occasionally. But after we got together, that life never came even once. … The castle was deathly quiet at night. Carl drank alone, one bottle after another. He kept checking his phone and scrolling through old messages he used to find annoying. Now, they felt like rare treasures he couldn't stop rereading. For days, the only calls he'd answer were the ones about me. He even hung up on Fiona without a second thought. Then came a report from one of his men—the last message sent from my deactivated number

“You will either marry Caspian or Arnold. Our shipping business needs the protection of the Falcone family.” Suddenly, a familiar voice rang clearly in my mind. ‘This time, I’ll make sure I choose the perfect husband first.’ I snapped my head toward my sister, Leia. She was gracefully smoothing her skirt, a sweet, flawless smile on her face. However, what I had just heard… Was that her inner voice? ‘In my last life, I married that violent lunatic Caspian and lived in fear every single day. This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead.’