Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

The clatter of knives and the hiss of the stove were no longer reminders of chaos—they were a rhythm, ordinary yet grounding. Jordan leaned over to taste the sauce, brushing his lips near Grace’s ear. “Do you think life always has to be this complicated?” he whispered. Grace turned to him, her eyes searching. “I don’t know. Maybe it does. But complexity isn’t bad when it comes with this—” she gestured between them, “—with moments like this.” He smiled, feeling a flutter in his chest. “Then let’s not rush. Let’s savor every uncharted moment, every ordinary miracle we can claim.”

I had forgotten about it until that moment. Brandon chuckled as he handed me a slice. "That might be the most depressing thing I’ve heard today." I took the pizza cautiously. "It’s not depressing." "It absolutely is," he said. "What kind of life doesn’t include pizza?" "The productive kind." He laughed. "Sure, Joan. Keep telling yourself that." We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he said, "You’re going to need at least two slices if you’re going to repair that statement."

I whisper to myself after a couple of minutes staring at the painting. I shake my head and eat a piece of slice melon. I know life is so hard to deal especially if things didn't go as we planned but then it would be more difficult if we always reflect reality into fantasy. Life doesn't have a happy ending, it's a constant cycle of good and bad, happy and sad, life and death. Sighing, I continue putting spread on the slice of wheat bread when suddenly someone tapped the table making me flinch. My both eyes are both wide open as I met Vicenzo's stare.

If I wanted a modicum of a normal life, I needed to make an effort. Picking up another slice of pizza, I reveled in the way it tasted. How would I ever be able to go throughout life without being able to indulge in this? It was almost unfair that I was going to be leaving soon. I was going to miss the things I have come to experience and enjoy so much. I was grateful though that I had been able to at least get a taste of what life could have been if I had been born like a normal wolf.

I said. My face was pale as death, and a nagging ache twisted in my stomach. It was an old pain that had been with me ever since I spent those three years in that cellar. Every day, I ate stale bread and lumpy mashed potatoes that had been sitting out forever. The bread was so thick and dry that it was almost impossible to swallow. Panic flashed across Henry's face. It was something I hadn't seen in ages. "Sabrina, I swear I didn't know! Do you think I'm lying?" he asked.

Quilton offered me money to help me settle down, but I was too young and unwilling to accept a handout. Thus, Quilton followed me every day, handing out flyers and collecting bottles in the snow. He'd get so cold that his nose would run uncontrollably. Later, when my stepfather tried to steal my tuition money, Quilton got stabbed while trying to protect me. In his daze, he said only one thing. "Let me protect you." After that, it felt natural for me to get together with him. I had once vowed to build a good life on my own, but later on, Quilton gave me that life instead—so much so that I ended up thinking Quilton was utterly devoted to me.

~~Jay~~ Life is so strange. One moment, you’re living what feels like a normal life the kind of life you take for granted, brushing off every little thing as if tomorrow is promised. And the next, life thrusts you into a rollercoaster of pain and negativity that doesn’t slow down, not even to let you breathe.

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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.

Spice is sugar, it's also cheap and doesn't cost much, the two happily thought that they could send their children to school. Because of poverty, few send their children to school, and most of them stay at home to work in the fields or work in remote places. Get married and have children, life is calm, not turbulent, not fighting for power. After a week, everyone found out that Smith and his wife went to Town early in the morning to trade, and Eric told them about this trade. Everyone is jealous, but Smith and Alena always help Eric and Henry this is natural, they can express their displeasure.