Slice Of Life Story Novelas e Histórias

"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.

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

♧AUTHOR'S POV♧ At a point in everyone's life through by our consent or without our consent everything changes some notices it some wont notices it that one single point is the mile stone in a individual's life journey everyone wishes the best in their life but the fact is some says life is a empty book with beginning and ending rest of the thing decided by us some says life is a scripted concept we are just playing our role though none of the theory proved but people uses these theories according to their convenience a single second is enough to make a poor to rich and rich to poor the same second is enough to make the most powerful person to a weak person the same single second can make hap

I'm building myself and not letting anything to stop me. Hope never disappoint and with God I will achieve every of his plan and purpose for me. I still believe that this my Life tale will not end in sadness or heart break Time went by smoothly and joba hadn’t sent any message yet I was able to build my life back to how is was if not like before, I was doing much better compared to when joba had left me. His bride price was also returned but he still did not bother contacting me and I didn’t care what he thought of me. Relationship with my formal inlaws was intact and i hope it will always be like that.

It was one of the most painful experiences of her life. One minute, you’re planning with that special someone in your life and the next minute you’re dumbstruck, wondering where it all went wrong that your heart would be broken without the slightest consideration. ***KATE’S WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE*** I like to think of this as less of a story, I mean the events didn’t occur in a linear sequence. They surprised me. I think I’d rather this was called a chronicle of some of the worst portions of my young adult life. These days, I’m certain I’m cut out for the life of a Nun—a lifestyle that’s certain to keep me away from a horrible string of situations like the one about to follow.

"I thought she was a brat when I got there with him, he told Cathy that I would be living with her, Grace is already her roommate but Cathy didn't frown, she just hugged me immediately, she gave me, the food she was eating, I wasn't expecting it, that is how I started living with her, whenever George comes around, he always get wears for me as he did his sister, they are kind people even though they don't have money, George is my prince, my knight..." "So, I am no longer your knight?" "When did I say so?" Their face was close, and the only thing on Gregory's head was to kiss her, she lowered her face in shyness. "Ahem!" She clears her throat. "Yes, let me tell you about my love life." "I don

I don't know why I didn't even blink and started while saying that while his mouth is parted. "Oh, and in addition, you get frustrated because you feel like your efforts have gone to waste. According to a fiction I have read which genre is a slice of life when it's the girl who asked for it while she's drunk and you gave in, it will result to some sort of quarrel between lovers," I innocently looked at him. "Is that where this conversation heading?" He massaged the bridge of his nose. "Damn, I didn't realize that reading too many fictional stories can make someone think this way," He mumbled.

she said. With that I reached into my pocket and took a deep breath. Life is crazy like this sometimes, wild and unpredictable. That was actually the story of my life summed up in a few words. But now, I was asking this woman for a totally different kind of life. She was going to make me a family man.

Alex's POV Life is like an unwritten book, where you get to be the star of your own story, crafting it day by day. And like any other book, as you travel through the pages, it's the highs and lows that keep you - the reader - enthralled, making the tale worth telling.