Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down Novels & Stories

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.

Gun This is the saddest day of my life, I was walking near the bridge, the sky is dark as my feelings, the rain is starting to fall, the weather is with me, I cried like stupid I don't know if the water that is flowing on my body is raindrops or my tears, I stopped on the bridge, my body is trembling, my knees are shaking

Dera said as she sat on metal desk going through each background file of the suspects that she and Andreas were able to bring up within the past few days with the help of questioning around. "You are suppose to like them, aren't Mondays your off days??" Andreas asked with a raised eyebrows and she rolled her eyes. "I'm not talking about work, I'm talking about work, I'm talking about mondays generally, don't they just seem dull and full of tension and anxiety. Almost like there is an ice breaking tension just over our head constantly hunting us waiting to drop it reason—" A knock interrupted her speech about the reasons she declared monday as her off day because she didn't want to experience

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

“What do I do?” Silence greets me until the sound of heavy rainfall comes through the slightly open window. I watch the rain fall for a moment, its gentle rhythm slowly calming me. My mother used to love the rain. She would say that the rain was here to wash all the bad days away, to clear the stuffiness and bring in a breath of fresh air. Right now, I need that breath of fresh air. I need the relief that comes after a long rainy day.

I wake up with an alarm sound; I hate Mondays; why aren't weekends simply four days long? I drag myself out of bed, dreading the long work week ahead. The thought of sitting in traffic and dealing with annoying coworkers already has me feeling stressed. As I trudge to the kitchen to make some coffee, I can't help but wish for a world where weekends never seem to end.

Chapter Seventy-Eight Terrified Genevieve My alarm clock growled loudly beside me as I grudgingly rolled over to turn it off. Fuck, today was Monday, a.k.a. the worst day of the week. Since I could remember, I've always hated Mondays because I felt weekends weren't long enough, and Monday should have been included in week endings.

let’s get drunk and talk shit until she feels better. Monica shakes her head, leaning back. “More like a couple of nights of ugly crying, a N*****x binge or two, and some internal reflection time. Happy juice.would just fuck with that. What’s up with you?” “SSDD,” Clay proclaims, his acronym for ‘same shit, different day’ before grimacing.

I don't want to accept it, but I might be lost somehow. Shit, Shit, Shit... I either have good days or bad days; well, every day is a bad day for me. Maybe I've had bad luck since the moment I came into life. Fine, calm down, and find a way out. I have been out of this place many times. It's easy for me to find a way out, right? Why do I doubt myself? It’s so dark that I can’t see anything well, and to salt my wound, there are clouds all over the sky, and even moonlight is hiding itself from me. Just don’t rain, and I’m fine.

~Jolene’s POV~ There are three things I absolutely hate on a Monday morning. 1. Coffee that tastes like betrayal. 2. Emails from HR. 3. Seeing Jasper Coleman in a three-piece suit looking like a goddamn Calvin Klein model dipped in sin. Guess which one hit me first?