Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down Novels & Stories

Today’s Monday is Monday as usual. One could be overlooked on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, as their presence could have been familiarized—or something like that. No one bothers to care when they walk by. However, on Mondays, the dust brought up during the weekends is left unsettled, eliciting side-eyes and whispers when one reappears. Aside from that though, Mondays are naturally terrible. I don’t know the kind of jinx bound to it, but I’m pretty certain the same power has me in its grip as I enter the conference room.

The strength of the downpour is like a typhoon but there is nothing, because when my other helpers come here sometimes I ask them what the weather forecast is. Yesterday it rained like it didn't want to stop. Sometimes it makes me think that maybe it's raining because they share in the pain I feel, that the sky is crying for me. Sometimes because I have no more tears to release from my eyes when the ending ends, I just sit dumbfounded.

Good days are like sand, you can't hold them forever however hard you try, they'd slip through your fingers any-f*cking-how. But bad days are like rain, they're just like what they are, they'll keep on coming, you can't make them go away. The days that are so dark you lose all strength and hope, and faith in your own existence, and all you can do is curse why the hell are you on this earth? My Mumma's death anniversary was tomorrow. So was my f*cking birthday.

Jane's POV What goes around comes back around right? I never thought they were talking about Monday's though. Unlike any other Monday, today I welcomed it differently. Why? Maybe because the sun affects me differently today, any other Monday would be a mournday, not today. The sun rose like it should, melting the darkness away, giving life to brilliant shades to every being making me eager to dig further into Monday. "I wonder how bad will his mood be today" I smiled and the flow of my thoughts suddenly stopped. What is wrong with me?

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found

It hurt so much my knees gave out. My whole body shook. I stumbled toward my mother's room. It was empty. A single letter rested on the pillow. My hands trembled as I opened it. [Dear Wilde,] [Don't be sad. Mom is just going to see your dad again.] [Mara is right. A life-saving debt is the hardest debt to repay. She saved me twice. Without her, I would've died a long time ago. But that debt is mine, not yours.] [You have your own future ahead of you. Don't let gratitude become your chains. Keep moving forward. Live a happy life.]

He actually smirked, turned around and started walking casually, away from the unwanted cameras he attracted. Monday’s are usually the worst for most students but me. I was always eager when a Monday was approaching after the boring weekends. I would be in the Spongebob spirit singing “thank gosh it’s Monday......”, but the Monday spirit died on that day, in that cursed hallway. ************************************* Having a best friend like Brenna must be tiring but exciting. Thanks for reading 😌, please don't feel shy to share your thoughts so I may write to your preference. Don't forget to drop a vote❤️, see you on Monday.

Dominic For me, Mondays are always the worst day in a week. I slept late last night after rushing my homework in Literature, which was supposed to be done first thing last Friday, but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to space some time up to make it; instead, I was up partying and binge drinking all night at some random house party. I ended up wasted the very next day, and it even got extended until the very next day, and yet I woke up thirty minutes earlier than my alarm clock. This is the worst thing that keeps on happening to me.

~ ALISTAIR ~ Mondays suck. The weekend was trash, but it flew by fast. One blink, and it’s already Monday again. I drag myself out of bed, trying not to think about how much I’d rather just sleep through the whole week. I throw on a white shirt and black tie, then pair them with a blue jeans jacket and matching pants. Sneakers laced up. Car key in my hand. I’m out.