Little Life Novels & Stories

Two hearts coming closer yet there's an immeasurable distance. “What! No dad we don't need this fatty,” Junior shouted. Sammy had woken them up with her loud cries this morning and Sonia was able to stop her from crying. Now Jayden decided that she should stay till Zena returns. And the best part is that he'll pay. But one short little devil doesn't want to agree. Sonia sighed and looked at Junior. He is so cute in his uniform that many people that sees him will think he's a sweet little boy but only Sonia knows that he's nothing but a short little devil.

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

She hardly had a single cent to her name after the divorce and ended up miserable. In this life, it was going to be different. She was young and could start over…

Why do we hold back on saying small important things? Now before I get too much more into details on my life. I want you to understand something about me, My life was never horrible nothing that terrible ever happened that I felt I couldn’t get over it. There was just this feeling I felt all my life that our lives are pointless we are put here to live and die What we do with the time is up to us but doesn’t matter. It’s like playing a game where at the end there is nothing to beat, no point to the game it’s just over. That’s how I feel about life There is no point to it, other than what we make it, and in the big picture truly means nothing. I wish there was some pill that could make me fee

Moving the tray over to the desk, Etta waltzed back to the bed, plopping herself down beside Annalise, taking her hand in hers once more. "There's not much to tell, honestly. I mean I haven't been in school for years and you alresdy know about my parents." Annalise bowed her head slightly, " Sorry , I don't really know how to do this?" her free hand gesturing between the two of them. "Let's start off easy." Etta tapped her chin, "Favourite colour?" Annalise smiled a little wider, "Hmm... favourite colour? Green, like the forest at the height of summer. How about you?"

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

The laptop screen went black at once. I abruptly leaped up from my chair as my heart pounded in my chest. I would never forget the sound of the circuit breaker being pulled. It was this exact crisp sound in my past life that ruined the million-dollar salary offer I'd worked so hard for 26 years of my life. I pushed the room door open and ran into the living room. In the pitch darkness, I saw Mom standing in front of the electrical box, illuminated by the streetlamp outside the window, a smug smile plastered on her face. She was even doing some calculations with her fingers.

“What – what are you talking about!? Is that an option!?” “Oh, darling,” Life says, laughing and reaching to place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it fondly as she shakes her head. “Don’t you see? You’re my child – it’s not that easy to kill you, sweetheart. As it stands you’re only…” she screws her mouth to the side, looking for the words to explain it. “Just barely dead. Not actually dead. Not like the rest of them.” She shrugs like it’s completely simple. But the rest of us just stare at Life in complete and utter shock because…

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

Full of life. That's the real story. Not death. Not tragedy. Not impossible soul transference. Just life. Beautiful, messy, ordinary, extraordinary life. Finally. Completely. Forever. New beginning. Every day. Every moment. Every choice. New beginning. Always.