The Daily Life Novels & Stories

From managing projects and meetings to collaborating with colleagues and addressing unexpected issues, Racheal's work days are filled with a myriad of activities that test her skills and capabilities. As the alarm clock blares on a typical Monday morning, Racheal's day begins with a sense of purpose and determination. She knows that the week ahead will be filled with deadlines, meetings, and projects that require her full attention and commitment. After a quick shower and a rushed breakfast, she grabs her bag and heads out the door, eager to tackle the challenges that await her at the office.

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is the day where two clans will fight life and death, defending the honor of their group even if it costs them life and blood. And this morning, Angel chose to be a normal human being, at least he wanted to spend time happily with his mother. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow, whether he will live or die. "Mom, let's go!" Mrs. Matthew frowned. "Mommy is off today." "Therefore, I want to take mommy for a walk today."

Jane I stepped out of my small apartment and into the cold morning air, a sense of monotony settling over me like a dark cloak. Another day, another routine to follow. A life devoid of excitement or adventure, where each day bled into the next in an unending cycle of sameness. This was my reality, a quiet existence in the bustling town of Brookside, where nothing ever seemed to happen.

I yelled in response… I am sure she's shaking her head. I smiled, as I walked downstairs to get the bucket, I needed to fetch my routine water, well that's life here… I fetch five buckets of water daily. One for my bath this morning, one for mum when she comes back from work in the night, one in the toilet, one in the kitchen then one for my bath in the night. Well, you can say it, we are wretched. The word Poor is still a little bit good, but if I am to be honest with me, we are very very wretched. We eat once a day most times. But I am happy with our peaceful life…

Not even my mother, who had lived inside one for twenty six years and loved me enough to press a bottle into my hand in a closed room. Nobody tells you it's mostly ordinary. That was the thing that caught me completely unprepared. The sheer relentless ordinariness of sharing a life with another person. Not the dramatic moments those I had catalogued and prepared for and could navigate. The ordinary ones. Breakfast at the same table every morning. The sound of another person's footsteps moving through your space at six in the morning. The specific way someone held a coffee cup or turned a newspaper page or cleared their throat before saying something they'd been thinking about for a while.

I invited her to the next one. I sit at my desk, look at my phone, and feel the full, warm, slightly overwhelming reality of a life that has assembled itself around me without my full awareness. Adaeze is texting Samuel about whether I am sleeping. Samuel is inviting Adaeze to the next show. My mother’s Sunday dinners were a fixed weekly event. Patricia is calling me on a first-name basis about matters entirely unrelated to legal proceedings. A life. An actual life. Not curated. Not performed. Not managed for an audience.

I was right in the middle of writing a sentence when my phone rang. The writing was not really important, it was just some notes for a small article someone had asked me to look over. The kind of work that helped my regular life look normal from the outside. I have been doing more of that recently. Keeping up appearances, making sure the everyday parts of my world still seemed real. His name lit up the screen.

This dress, this life is something I’ve never encountered. I wonder what it’s like to live like this every day.

DANI Life is strange. Life is full of surprises. Bad surprises. Just last week, Natalie was planning to throw a small barbecue party with her friends and family today. Work had been stealing all her time and she needed a break. Little did she know that she would be in a casket with her friends and family mourning her.

Lila’s POV It was a regular day at work as usual; attended to patients when needed, avoid familiarity with my colleagues, talked when I was required to, and avoided unnecessary drama. That’s how I live, so you could say my life was an ordinary one. But deep down in my ordinary life lies traumas, hidden from the world—pains buried deep within my soul.