Monday Morning Meme 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.

It was Monday and it wasn't unusual for people to be sleepy during class or simply not in the mood, for Mondays are that kind of a day. But for some reason, Aiden seemed to be overdoing it. He wasn't sleepy. None of the kind. However, anyone could tell from miles away that he was emitting a strong aura of "Don't fucking talk to me" scaring everyone around him to don't even sneak a glance at him. Being in such a mood made Jasmine wonder. Is he in his period?

Naitee explained at Payal chose to open her mouth. " Monday means God shiva day. Were you fasting on Monday for a nice groom, Don't you? Payal teased Naitee deliberately. Instantly Maverick stilled on his seat and swallowed hard. Turning his head he looks at her all-red face due to shyness. " Tell us " Payal request cutely even though she knows the answer. " Yes," Naitee softly replied in a very low voice but everyone heard her clearly and hoot only to tease her more. They are taking revenge on her for scaring them with that cockroach.

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

Ten Years Ago “Ughhh,” I groaned as the annoying sound of my alarm jolted me from my beauty sleep. I couldn’t believe it was Monday again. Personally, I loathed Mondays; they marked the end of a lovely weekend and the start of yet another boring, monotonous cycle that was, sadly, my life. You see, my parents—or more precisely, my papa—held a firm belief that the best way to keep my mamma’s memory alive was by immersing me in everything she had loved. Unfortunately, that meant I had a packed schedule every day of the week: school from 8:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m., then ballet classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. On days without ballet, my schedule was littered with piano le

A deafening sound interrupts my beautiful dream. It takes me a moment to realize that the sound is coming from that infernal contraption more commonly known as an alarm clock. I want to throw it against the wall, but my mother would do the same to me, and that idea doesn't thrill me at all. I turn off the alarm and roll over, hoping to fall back asleep. Then I remember what day it is. Shit, today is Monday. It's my first day at work.

It was another bright day, a Sunday morning, Mel woke up, feeling well-rested after a long week. She stretched her arms and yawned, taking a moment to appreciate the comfort of her bed. She glanced at her phone to check the time and saw that it was already past 9 am. Mel smiled to herself, knowing that she could take her time getting ready for the day ahead.

-------------- I'll sleep just a little longer" I said to myself as I fell into another slumber after the alarm's first ring. After all it wouldn't do any harm. I should have known. I practically shoved the obnoxious shrieking alarm off the table as I tried to turn it off. Damn thing wont allow me sleep in peace. Oh, gosh how I hate Monday mornings, but as usual I cant do anything about it. It's like the customers take extra care to be very irritating on Mondays, I thought Mondays only sucked at school, but I guess its even worse at work. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I looked down to see the alarm clock I had angrily shoved on the floor, the red digits read 8:00, my eyes shot out of i

Sadly , today I had to train at this hour because of transport reasons. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly through my mouth , I decide to take my steps into the gym. By the sounds of it and the amount of noise and chatter that pierces my eardrums , I internally cry as I know that it will be crowded – especially due to the fact that it is Monday , a day that everyone wants to be at the gym to work on their weekly resolutions however fail to stay constant throughout the entire week.

I clenched my fist and watched my mother laugh. "I know." "Cameron!" I exclaimed and rushed up to his room. I found him laughing hard on the ground and I did the first thing that came to mind–kicked his stomach. "You're so foolish." He yelped between laughs. *********** My alarm went off and yes, it was really monday. I got up feeling lazy and made it for the bathroom. The moment I peeled off my clothes from my body, a bastard headache made it's way to my head. I massaged my temples and was curious about why Saturday was close to Monday and Monday far from Saturday.