Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

And enjoying socializing without being afraid of the judgements they're throwing. I wanted to feel alive...but how? I'm alive, but not living. That's how I defined my life. It's all started when I was five. The day when my life turned into lifeless. The red curtains swayed like its dancing to the rhythm of the wind. A loud shattering of glass filled my ears. My lips quivered in fear and tightly shut my eyes as I covered my ears with my tiny hands. "You can't leave me! Stay with us!"

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

Tiny thing was skinny but healthy. Way healthier than me. I bought food, toys, and a little bed. That evening, I sat on the balcony with it in my arms, watching the sun drop. It gently licked my hand. With a cat around, life didn't feel so empty. I even cooked for it. Watching it destroy the meal made me smile. I forced down a few bites too. Having company really did make things better. I just didn't expect someone to quietly unlock my front door in the middle of the night.

That evening, I took my usual walk along the beach. On my way back, I picked up a bouquet of white roses. When I passed the dessert stand, the vendor smiled and handed me a freshly baked berry tart, saying it was the last one of the day, and she wanted me to try it. I took it and thanked her with a smile. The sunset was slowly spreading across the sky, like the first page of a new life being turned. The wind blew over me, carrying the ocean breeze, and something in my chest loosened.

The part that was just life. Underway.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay.” “I got that when I was training with knives, then it nicked me when the guy got distracted.” He said with a smile but there was nothing funny about being nicked with a knife. “Distracted?” I furrowed my brows. “It was my fault, I kind off, moved around saying he can’t hit me and then he did, so there was that and luckily the knife didn’t hit an artery or some important part. “Oh wow.” For some reason that story touched me, I felt it deep in my bones how fragile human life is and how scary it is to lose someone so easily.

A slice of bread adorned with a smattering of vegetables and a scant portion of chicken graced the plate. Just as Faith was about to feed the first morsel to Echo, a resounding knock on the door shattered the fragile tranquility of their haven. Startled, Echo quickly retreated, seeking refuge under the safety of the bed, leaving Faith with a tinge of sadness etched upon her features. Wordlessly, Faith released a heavy sigh and moved toward the door, bracing herself for whatever awaited her on the other side.

When we are on the verge of death, it is common to say that normally life passes before our eyes like a short and direct movie, or we watch those we love in slow motion, struggling not to leave this cruel world, in my case, none happened of the two, as I ran with the jeep and drove away from that war between the Kings, I just wanted to get out of there and never come back, I was already far away and I could hardly hear the shots anymore, I felt free for the first time in weeks, the wind it hit my face carrying my copper hair along with it, all I wanted most was to see my family again, however, the sound of a slicing shot came up, and it hit one of my car's tires, as I was in At high speed, I

It's been a hard few years, and now that I know the news his new wife is holding in, it makes me want to solve everything for my president. "Slice, go in and speak with Bone. I'll be right in." Slice spots me then nods his head at his president. An old timer who came in a few years after Crusher and the others started the club, Slice is the club's medic and all around scary lookin' mother fucker. Six five, with a large dark goatee and booming voice, but deep down the asshole is gentle as a kitten in a sandbox. Austin approaches me with a chin lift, and I lean against the nearest wall.

without thinking. Little moments like these showed how days still unfold, regardless of what weighs inside.Back then, walking home, thoughts drifted without rush. A quiet voice said, not meant for anyone else, life cannot stay this way always. The grocery bag dug into one shoulder, so I shifted it slightly. Maybe pieces of ordinary could still show up, now and again. That moment held both a vow and something softer, almost unspoken.Home again, I set the bags down and started sorting through them, a quiet tune slipping out between breaths. Not that it mattered much, but peeling carrots, rinsing cups, tucking leftovers into shelves - somehow it steadied me. Maybe because small tasks gave shap