Novel & Cerita Small Story About Life

I didn't want to tell someone's story when I wasn't even the main character in it. I remember someone told me that life is like a movie. And all of us are the main characters starring in our own films. Most often these movies overlapped. To put it into a better perspective, there's one main movie that is being filmed I guess. And all of us are a part of it but this main movie doesn't really have a star. It's like small changes make a big one and all of us, are these small changes. But that doesn't mean we aren't important. All of us are individually staring in our own spin-offs of the main movie. Did I make any sense?

I was born in a town called Merchandising Town, population 4,298. It was a town like Hustle Town. There were a lot of shops, and people selling products to survive. My mom was one of the women who let vampires drink her blood for money. She would get around 40 dollars a night, but most of it went on paying off my dad's gambling debts. My dad was addicted to gambling, and a good for nothing. My mom fell for him at a food stand when he gave an older lady free fruit. He was, at one point and time, a good man. Mother always took care of him, which is why he quit his job at the fruit stand. He would only make around 10 dollars a day. Compared to her 40 dollars a night, he figured he didn't need t

I am unable to wait much longer. ' Oh! Young man don't be worried my friend will be here any minute. He is a punctual man. but if you don't mind me asking what's that you are in a hurry about?' I looked around as I wondered what to tell this kind elder gentleman when a voice came from behind us. ' Hope I didn't keep you waiting, Jeffry, my wife wouldn't let me leave without having supper. ' ' You are a lucky man Raminos to have someone to care about you and make supper for you. For all, I eat nowadays for dinner are bread and cheese.' Man, now I know as Jeffey laughed as he patted Raminous's back.

WOLF POV When all was said and done, we gathered around the living room and had our dinner. Having my best friend and someone I called ‘my wife’ all sitting together kind of reminded me of how lucky I was to be still alive. It was funny how we all took small things for granted, while the sole fact was that they were what mattered the most. This life was way too short to think and stress over big things, while we had miniature moments to appreciate and make do with.

Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me. I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd become rich and live happily ever after.

Life is a game and every day is a battlefield. I was one of those random schoolboys you met in your school doorway, the guy who sat on a park bench, a customer who bought chips, or a stranger who happened to pass by. I thought that I would live my life just as low-key as my parents. Get a job, build a house, get married, have kids, grow old, and eventually die. A life that is a lot different like those fancy books, novels, or TV series. I never even imagine I would end up meeting a girl once, a strange one.

Part 1 Alot of people have different life tale, I have read many and never thought I will one day tell mine here for others to read. I have held back for so long and Just felt is time to let my pain out. I will start right from when it all began. I came from a loving home, my parents were awesome when it comes to caring for us. I'm the first child and have younger siblings. A sister Lucia and two brothers. My parents were young and love each other before getting married.

♧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

That sounds great. After we bought groceries, we walked to his house, but it wasn't like anything I expected. It was a small apartment that looked a little run-down. When we got inside, it was cramped. It wasn't like our house, but it somehow felt comfier. Is this why he was thinking so hard if he should make beef stew or something? "Sorry for our house." Al said as he placed the groceries down in the kitchen. "It's just my mom and I, so we can't really afford anything fancier than this."

Her delicious pastries and warm smile quickly made her a local favorite. Their lives were busier than ever, but they were also more fulfilling. They had found a balance between work, family, and personal growth. One evening, as they sat on their porch, watching the sunset, they held hands, their hearts filled with gratitude. They had faced challenges, overcome obstacles, and emerged stronger than ever. Their love story was a testament to the enduring power of human connection. They had built a life together, a family filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. And as they looked to the future, they did so with hope and excitement.