Surviving As Novels & Stories

I felt like I had survived, which wasn't the same thing at all, which felt like settling for less than I deserved. "Surviving is winning," Merald said, his voice soft. "No, it's not. Winning is when you come out on top, when you've defeated your enemies. Surviving is just not dying." "Sometimes that's the same thing. Sometimes just staying alive is the biggest victory of all." "Not to me. Not after everything."

I cried out loud and cough because the fire was getting wild " Baby ........ run........" A low voice said " MOM...MOM... PLEASE WAKE UP.. PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME " I cried hugging her bloody body "Survive....go....g..oooo" those were her last words to me before dying right in my hands. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOM....PAPI ....WHY ...WHY ...WHY CANT I BE HAPPY ...? " I Cried out in pain.i coughed and looked around .the was smoke and fire everywhere.

Vivian said. Not the question Aria expected. "What do you want to know?" "How did you survive him?" Aria studied Vivian's face. The question was genuine. The need behind it was desperate. "I didn't survive him," Aria said. "Not the way people mean when they say that. I didn't overcome him or defeat him. I just... kept existing. One day at a time. One hit at a time. I woke up every morning and decided to still be here. That's not survival. That's endurance."

“No matter what comes next, we endure. We survive. We protect.” I nodded. “We will endure it. We will survive it . We will protect it. And we love. Always.”

“How have you managed to stay alive in Blackcroft all this time, Maxon?” Silence stretched after my question. It seemed he was hesitating to respond. Then he answered, his hushed tone low, and unwavering. “By being useful to the right people… and dangerous to the wrong ones.” Another pause. “And by accepting that someday, I will survive it.” I swallowed hard. “What happens after surviving?” He exhaled slowly, the sound cold and final. “If we survive.”

I glanced back at the wounded, the fallen, the fire is still burning low but “We survived. That’s all that matters.” For now.

“It's alright. You didn't know. But now, you know. So, be careful.” I nodded, “I know.” I muttered, leaning back against him, exhaustion overtaking me, but a spark of resolve burning quietly in my chest. Because surviving wasn’t just about being alive. Surviving meant being ready. And I would be…

Surviving together. One day at a time. One kick at a time. One hope at a time. They would make it through this. They had to.

When he returned to the chalet, a pot of hot soup, a plate of mashed potatoes, and two white porcelain bowls were on the table. Finn happily waved, "Come here for breakfast." Uri sat down at the table, marveling at Finn's cooking. "You're so good. If it were me, this soup wouldn't be edible." "I had no place to live, always had to run away. I would have died long ago if I couldn't care for myself." Finn scooped up a bowl of soup and set it down in front of Uri. "You eat it, and I'll teach you how to survive in the forest."

I could feel his shameless stares but I did not say anything. “Are you okay?” I paused. Am I okay? Yes! I am. When Dan was chasing me, I could only think of one thing. Survive. Surviving in spite of the great danger waiting for me. I know now that treasuring my own life is one of the most important things in this world. My daughter needs me. My patients need me. There are people who want me to survive in spite of the pain and suffering this world has given me. My dad, my daughter, Tyler, my aunt and uncle, my cousin, my patients. They all want me to survive. I still haven't fulfilled my purpose, that's why I should continue living.