Monday Morning Memes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Morning broke like a held breath finally let go. No sirens. No push alerts screaming death into my hands. Marianne texted a string of hearts and a blurry photo of her coffee. Jamie sent a meme about Monday trying to kill him. Normal. The word sat wrong on my tongue, chalky and fragile.

A For Ambivalent It was Monday morning, and everyone knows what Monday feels like for a guy who lives alone in his apartment, passed the alarm, cold coffee brewer, bacon, and eggs waiting to get marry and a lazy guy on his messy bed. I can feel the hot sun rays peeking on my window as it reached my neck. I’m still in a long argument with myself if I should get up and make money or not since I need some break. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the clock hanging on the wall. It was 7:30 am.

Angel One thing that I hate more than pink is Monday. I'm not a morning person, and the beeping of my alarm is annoying me as hell. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Shut! Beep! The! Beep! Fuck! Beep! Up!

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.

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.

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 hate Monday! Usually it is said by students or employees who take a long holiday. Because of human habits if the synonymous with being negligent, sleeping at night and wakes up late. So if the holiday is over they frantically face Monday, the first day of their activities. But for a girl named Casandra, it's will be different. Because every Monday means that she will wake up late without anyone intending to wake her up. The alarm sound she installed did not actually make her eyes open. Even though she actually admitted she had woken up but what she did was turn it off again her cellphone alarm and huddled back under the blanket. In her heart she spoke. 'I'll just sleep a little longer.' A

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.