Life When Meme の小説・ストーリー

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.

Monique held the fan over Shirley from a distance as Shirley sat down on a chair in front of the dressing mirror in the studio, and the makeup artist started working on her face. Two weeks had passed by very quickly since the incident with Alexander and Alicia. Shirley had already concluded her school examinations and had even been on break since two days ago. The makeup photoshoot gig was the first job Loretha was accepting for Shirley since after her examinations, in fact, it was the only job Loretha was accepting for her, at least until after the international reality television show, which was commencing the next day. The whole internet was talking about the show and about Shirley. It ev

I don’t care how much it costs as long as they receive the justice they deserve. I went down my newsfeed because I didn’t want to read any more fallacies. They were feeding people falsehoods to poison their minds. While scrolling down, I came across an advertisement that piqued my curiosity. Are you alive but feel dead? So why don’t you add value to your worthless life? Or perhaps are you looking for money? Why not exchange it for your life? We are seeking a new participant to join us at Live Suicide!

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

Dong Jun is the laughing stock there. Yoo Na said, “I didn’t enjoy my life like this..”

It was there that I met Luna Jensen. She had made a bet during a car racing match and broken a leg. Oftentimes, she would go behind her doctor's back and sneak up here to drink. When I asked her if she had won the bet, she shot me such an exuberant and warm smile. "Of course I did! With only a 0.01-second difference, too. There's no way I would lose." The day we were discharged, she held me back and handed me a love letter, her blush flushing her cheeks.

Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”

I just want to hit rewind and stop time and stay at the moment where we are all celebrating life. I already told the doctor that I don't want to undergo any treatment. At first, he was trying to convince me that surgeries, chemotherapies are the best for me. Until I told him my side. I remembered how he took a deep sigh and spoke to me, ' Live your days. I'm happy to meet you in this lifetime.' And honestly, it hurts like hell. He is just a doctor to me, but his words left a scar in my heart.

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a