Monday Morning Funny Novels & Stories

"Get up! Its Monday. You need to get ready for school." "Mondays suck..." I groan groggily, not capable of normal human speech quite yet. At that my mom laughs lightly. "Well isn't that the truth. But you need to wake up. Come on." She reiterates, giving my arm a little shake for good measure. "Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up." I assure her, lifting my head up slightly. Mom smiles in a satisfied way and turns around. "Good. I'll get your breakfast started." She says as she walks out the door.

Monday as the first day of the week was always hectic and full of stress and bustle, he was aware of being apt for an herculean task this day, his battle and squabble with his lousy neighbors always emerged as the first on his rigmarole. "Glory! I'm a living being. " Bode Thomas mumbled, yawning. He could resort to lay his head on the cotton pillow and rise after hours; he could sit and nod in relish of his favourite jamz, he could also saunter and settle at the mechanic workshop down the street and munch on bread and beans while they discuss politics and country issues but Monday was expected to be spent wisely for time to all, was precious.

Who would have thought that when your parents had finally made up instead of hating each other and too busy upping one another, they would turn into real parents and come up with rules? So here I was, waking up on Monday morning, alone in my bed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and decided to get ten more minutes of sleep. Sadly, it did not get any longer than a minute because the next thing I knew, the door was opened and my big dumb dodo brother shouted, "Good morning, sunshine! Ready for school?" "I hate Monday." I cursed under my breath, trying not to get annoyed. "Geez. Would you grow up?" I sat up and threw a pillow at him which he successfully dodged.

The radiator. The train. The pigeons finally quiet. Noah breathing. The ammonite catching the dim light. Monday morning. The warrants prepared. The record complete. The substrate correct. The stayed things. Category eight. The correct amount. --- **Sunday Morning** We told Noah at breakfast. Not everything. The age appropriate version. The honest version. We sat at the kitchen table. The oatmeal. The correct amount of brown sugar. The ammonite on the cord. We told him that the people who had caused trouble were going to be stopped by the police on Monday.

Who would have thought that when your parents had finally made up instead of hating each other and too busy upping one another, they would turn into real parents and come up with rules? So here I was, waking up on Monday morning, alone in my bed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and decided to get ten more minutes of sleep. Sadly, it did not get any longer than a minute because the next thing I knew, the door was opened and my big dumb dodo brother shouted, "Good morning, sunshine! Ready for school?" "I hate Monday." I cursed under my breath, trying not to get annoyed. "Geez. Would you grow up?" I sat up and threw a pillow at him which he successfully dodged.

Amber Nothing spoils your mood and possibly your day faster than ‘the boss wants to see you now.’ As I trudged towards Juanita’s office that morning, my brain ached with questions I didn’t have answers to. What did I do this time? What does she want to say to me? It was a Monday morning, and my mum always said that what happens on Monday determines how the rest of the week will go. The fact that I’m starting my week in Juanita’s office makes me frustrated in advance.

I groaned, snuggling up my duvet. “ Are you really going back to sleep again? Do you even know what today is?” Mona asked frustrated. I was genuinely the one frustrated at this point because she was interrupting my sleep. “ It's a day in the week. Happy?” “ Argh! Sometimes, you can be so…impossible,” she groaned. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, she was probably calming herself. I couldn't be bothered right now. “ Today is Monday. Did you forget you are to have classes with Sir Kia?” She reminded calmly.

Monday morning came as sunlight slipped lazily through the curtains, catching in golden streaks across the mansion’s marble floor. Everything felt unhurried, almost serene. Luna had woken earlier than usual. She sat on the edge of her bed, hair loosely tied, sipping her coffee while scrolling through her schedule for the day. Normally, Mondays were the busiest — back-to-back meetings, reports, and constant calls from Bryan’s office. But today… she didn’t feel the usual tension. Maybe it was because her weekend was filled with fireworks, laughter, and lots of self care the massage made her feel very comfortable.

My feet came to a halt when I started to hear soft chats from under and I frowned, the sound was coming from the gym and I was so sure it couldn't be what I was thinking because it's a freaking Monday morning. Keeping my thoughts at the back of my mind, I got down from the stairs and made my way to the underneath which had a door that led to the gym. Just a I opened the door, my shoulder zagged and my eyes widened. "Hey, baby." "Morning, son." My parents said consecutively and I blinked thrice. "Um, are we forgetting that today is Monday? The day everyone goes to work early?" I asked and my mom waved her hands off at me and she used the treadmill gently.

I died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me?