Loser Life Novels & Stories

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

Yet he was falling again! "Nooooo! I'm gonna die without twist and turn. It is straight to helllllll!" Luis Park yelled. Yet an unbelievable! An unexplainable thing happened! He was falling without stopping! And he enjoyed his last day on earth... As if this is the last. His fucking last breath! He told something that he only knew. "If you hear me. You! from out of this world! Please listen to my last will, my testament." "I wish I could be a TYCOON in the next life."

And by everyone, I mean every single living thing in the town, well, the western part, at least. "And you're still alive?" she asks in a hushed tone, obviously surprised. "Barely. One, I almost died because of my idiot for a brother. And then the fire jeez it was real," I explain, adding a small shudder for effect. "I was going to say that my mom and I got into a pretty scary fight where I thought she was going to disown me, but I think you seeing your mom cook is definitely worse," Elena interrupts. "Definitely. But what were you and your mother arguing about?"

Determination to live a better life. *** THE END

The sort of calm that speaks from someone who has seen what must be cut and does it without flinching. “You were dead,” I said because what else do you say to the ghost that walks into your life? The sentence came out thin. “Everyone said you were dead.” “For their convenience,” Loren replied. He folded his hands in front of him like he was keeping them from reaching for a weapon. “I died in their papers. I died on their radar. And I lived long enough to watch the world they thought they rebuilt crumble under its own rot.” Kade laughed, a short, sharp thing. “You like the theater, old man. Coming back now? After all the fun?”

From gardener of a human plot, to a tender of the universal garden. The grief was deep, but it was not sharp. It was a soft, vast thing, like the sea itself. I lived on in the lighthouse, not as a widow, but as a keeper of a living memory. Keila’s family moved in, filling the stones with new life. Leo passed peacefully in his sleep a year later, a small, satisfied smile on his face, finally going to find his Elara.

The old song being played matched the room perfectly. “ Old songs are the best. Deeper meanings.” he said while scanning the CDs. He stood beside me in the left part of the small store. “ Like old souls giving a deeper connection, huh?” I asked and give him a sarcastic look. He shake his head no. “ Old souls are never replaced like songs.” he said. “ They are forever. Forever living or forever dying.”he paused and pat my head. “Forever dying while living.” he continued making me freeze from my position. He's thinking the same way like me. For once in a while again, he made me feel speechless.

“No. Just pieces. A woman. A pyre. Her name is always out of reach.” They stood there, frozen in something neither fully understood. Leo’s voice dropped. “Do you believe in past lives?” Cris looked up at the moon. “Not until tonight.” “Why tonight?” “Because I think I just met someone I’ve lost before.” Leo’s breath caught. He stepped closer. “I don’t even know your full name,” he whispered. “Cris Orven. And you?” “Leo Drazan.” Their hands brushed. Neither pulled away. The moonlight wrapped around them like an old song remembered.

“What about your parents? Your family, you must be missing them being here…” “My parents are dead.” Lisa said bluntly. “And I don’t have any family. It’s just me. So there’s no one to miss.” She smiled tightly, not wanting to see the same look people always gave her when they heard and wanted to somehow show their sympathy at her loss. “That sounds quite lonely.” Phillip said without thinking and lisa just shrugged. She’d gotten use to being lonely. Lonely was her life and being in this world didn’t make any less so than her own one.