Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

Alexander almost muttered sorry to her, his eyes softening but Darren broke the ice. "How are you feeling?" He asked looking at the girl. The girl smiled as she breathed a deep sigh. "I c-can b-breath properly." She croaked out feeling extremely light. Cherishing the feel of normal breathing. Alizey stared at the window beside feeling like a millennia has passed. The warm breeze swept across the room making a warm feeling envelop her. She can live again. She can breath again. Yet after all this she felt like a new life has been awarded to her. Like that to the branches of the spring trees, where the leaves born again after facing the harsh nature.

“Henry, your brothers don't have a job at home. The whole family is going to starve to death, Henry, I think this stepmother of yours has hurt you, but your brothers are also blood-related to you. And his son's father is also sick today, at least he doesn't leave the house anymore." Laura said while crying, Maria beside her bowed her head pitifully. And Laura in the family was inherently stingy towards her daughter-in-law, so the monthly money was not given to any daughter-in-law. Food is meager, every day is just vegetables and boiled potatoes. So Maria and Lily were both so thin that they were boneless, and Laura she was also a little bit fat.

Cathy frowns a bit and talks to herself. "Do I snore?" Craig knew from the look on her face that she was thinking if she snoring, he smirked a bit, he resumed his sad face "Of course, you do, they are like music to me, now you left my life, how do I cope?" His tears dropped, and Cathy felt them on her cheeks

Everything I carefully build up is slowly falling apart. I didn't have a choice but to go home, and as I scrolled through social media, I found a lot of posts about that certain article and I found a few comments regarding this too. smeggsy_lover43: Wait, she's an orphan?? Gosh, no wonder she looks peculiar. fred.90: Thank goodness I didn't watch any of her movies Patric1aIsALeo: What's wrong with her being an orphan? I might agree with this if only it stated that she's a very average actress.

I can barely eat. Instead, I look out the window. The city moves like it doesn’t care, people walking, cars honking, lights flickering. Life keeps going, even when yours has stopped. My phone sits on the table, screen down. I can’t bring myself to flip it over. Every minute that passes without a call or a text from Daniel feels like another small cut. I sip the wine, slow, the bitterness sitting heavy on my tongue. The glass feels cold in my hand, like everything else around me.

I want to make lots of toppings on the pizza, so it's complete. "Looks like I'm going to starve to death waiting for this." "Sir, I haven't even finished slicing an onion." "Cook the others too." "What is that?" "What can I cook?" "Sandwich, sir." "Don't talk already." I immediately stuck the knife into the finger and sliced ​​it hard. Indicates I'm angry and upset. If I was a cold-blooded psychopath cutting Edmund's tongue the first thing I did, he was so annoying, and he spoke without caring about how other people felt.

My life is a movie, it is a bad dream from which I will never wake up because I am not really asleep, and what I live is the evil present that Aleksander has taken it upon himself to give me. I return to the table where I usually eat, outdoors, feeling the light wind blowing over everything. Breakfast has been served by the lady, of whom I don't know anything, not even her name; the food is variated. I want a little bit of everything. I start with a sip of juice. This time he brought me more than usual, it's too much for me.

I’m not cut out for this shit. He’s really given up. Properly given up. I open the pizza box and pull out a slice. Leaning back in the chair, I take a bite, but I barely taste it. Halfway through chewing, my stomach growls hard enough to make me pause, and I realise I can’t actually remember the last time I ate properly. A day ago, maybe. More. It all blurs together now. Food’s become another thing I force down because I know I’m supposed to, not because I want it. Nothing tastes the way it should anymore. It’s like someone drained the colour out of the world while I wasn’t looking, and now everything is just there. Flat. Dull. Lifeless.

Life couldn't be any better. THE END

I took another heart-shaped slice of bread and put it on my plate. Then, I took a knife and cut it through the middle into two identical halves. "You see this? This half is Colin. I'll eat it first, so it becomes a part of my body. It will settle and grow in my heart."