Rewriting Life Novels & Stories

In this life, I welcomed my true rebirth. In this broken new world, I, Melanie Anderson, would live only for myself and live the life that belonged to me.

I simply regarded our encounter that night as a dream and never actually thought about seeking him out. I'd foolishly assumed that as long as I was diligent in looking after my marriage, I could continue to live an ordinary, peaceful life. It wasn't until I was at death's door in my previous life that I'd realized how rotten the marriage I'd painstakingly tried to hold together already was on the inside. I wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes and smiled at Hayden. "I regret my previous decision, Hayden. I want to divorce him." My words left Neil dumbstruck.

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my

That's something he told me a long time ago, just after the twins started high school, and I was feeling old and frumpy. At thirty-four, I was far from it, but back then, I felt out of place and out of sorts, and my mind would give me no peace. Now three years later, I'm more sure of myself, more confident in this phase of my life, with just one niggling shadow of darkness that always seems to be there, hanging over me. My life until now has been filled with more joy than that broken child I once was could imagine. I've come a long way from who I had been on that dreary day when I thought my life was over, and yet, every once in a while, amid the joy, there was always this thing that clung.

"I was blind before! I couldn't see the scheme those two snakes were running. Tyler, I've thought about it for the past five years, and I've learned so much! People shouldn't trample on others' sincerity. I've made up my mind—I will be completely devoted to you. Tyler, forgive me for the mistakes I made unknowingly! Please give us another chance. I know now that everything you did was to make me realize the truth. I'm wide awake now. I really know I was wrong, and from now on, I'll love you with all my heart!" Passersby stopped and began recording her disgrace, posting the video online. [Has she gone mad? Why would she think she deserves to ask for his forgiveness?!] [Holy hell! Isn't that t

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

This worked on the new papers that were published at least ten years prior. A lot of people lost credibility and then their jobs. "That's why I'm trying to live this life better." "But are you? You are still copying others' skills and blessings. You're stealing others' works." "It's different. I'm not claiming them to be mine. I don't tell anyone that I have their skills or blessings." "But you wished for the fame," said Jonathan. He was right; I did wish for it. I wanted to prove that I had changed from my first life. Success was my key for that future.

If there was any chance that he was reading at all, I was going to make it count, and I picked up where I left off. I was completely caught off guard and it took awhile before I felt like I had escaped even a little from a cage of restraining sadness. It was a cage I became trapped in as the feeling of loss draped everything in my world. My world became gray and gloomy. But then came Brian, and day-by-day I began to see things repaint themselves and return to their colorful splendor as my world was reinvented. Life is a highway, and life is a beach and life is precious and it’s all the innumerable clichés that people have discovered and cemented throughout the years. But most of all, life is

I would reclaim my power and rewrite my story. ***

Then she writes a single additional paragraph at the end, which she titles, simply: What I know now that I didn't know at the beginning. The paragraph reads: I thought the second life was for correcting the first. I know now it was for learning what the first life was actually teaching. Every mistake was information. Every choice I didn't make told me something about what I actually valued. The first life was not a waste. It was the research. The second life is the practice that the research made possible. I needed both. I am grateful for both.