The Sunday Philosophy Club Novels & Stories

Then she picked up her phone and texted Trevor. Where are you? The others soon began eating while Cathy suddenly spoke up. “Today’s Sunday. What’s the plan?” “Maybe shopping?” Claudia suggested casually. The three of them stared at her in disbelief. “Shopping?” Noah repeated dramatically. “On a Sunday?” “What?” Claudia blinked innocently at their shocked expressions before mumbling quietly, “I guess I’ll just stay indoors since my idea sounds so strange.” Cathy burst into laughter. “No, your suggestion isn’t bad,” she explained. “It’s just that shopping on Sundays feels like doing the right thing at the wrong time.”

Marcus' pov Sunday 13th October 2019 ********************************* Finally it's my night off. Sunday's and Monday's are the only days the club is closed and I can relax with my boyfriends without worrying about running Club Sin. Now I get to spend this evening with boyfriends and Damian. This morning was very chilled out, me Nathan and Cole had spent the night at the club so we slept in until 12 o'clock, cuddling in bed and exchanging gentle kisses. Right now I'm making a Sunday dinner with Cole. I stir the mixture to make Yorkshire puddings while Cole mashes the potatoes. He insisted on doing it wearing only some booty shorts so I'm always getting distracted by his naked chest and lovel

“I don’t accept it, but I acknowledge it’s reasonable.” I look at him over the menu. He looks back. And the Sunday moves around us, unhurried and ordinary, and I think: this is what it is when it is just us. No contract language. No event agenda. Just Sunday lunch and a two-minute argument about punctuality and the particular ease of someone who has found their way into the specific rhythm of your days. -----

Hudson stops walking in the front of the big picture window of Cosmo's Comics and Café. He looks to the window, looks up the street, looks at me, and then sighs. His sighs are never a good sign. "Let me get this straight. Every Sunday a group of millionaires get together in this comic shop," he says pointing at the window. "And you sit in front of this big ass window right out front?"

Jeffrey said in a calm tone "Where are you going to?" Olivia asked "Jeffery have a part time job he go to on Saturday," Clara let out "part time job?" I asked "I will be available on Sunday" he snapped back I notice he did not want to talk about it, I dropped the topic "I will be there if is on Sunday" Charlotte let out "good, since we all agree to meet on sunday, where should we go" I grin "Museum" Clara said excited "I agree with that" Charlotte snap back

******************* *** Phil *** Like with all other markets, Ever-Good supermarket was always busy on weekends. Sunday evenings were normally the busiest times. Phil only came around for a few hours during each shift. Not that Sunday was his day off. He didn't have a fixed day for that. He took a day off during the week whenever he felt like it. His assistant would argue that that was Never. He was here every day. Today was different, though. He had chosen to stay away from work today. Although, he had been around in the morning for thirty minutes and planned to do the same for this evening.

Chideziri makes me go the Poetry club on Friday, after normal school classes. Little feats runs these minut clubs every two days of the month, social gathering time. These clubs allow for the sustainable development of the child's intelligence quotient and encourage creativity and self-reliance—at least that's what the club manifestoes say.

Lucas asked, his blue eyes twinkling. Emily took a sip of coffee before responding. "Normally I'd say hell no. Sundays are for lounging and recovering from Saturday night's bad decisions." She smirked. "But I've got this massive project that's kicking my ass - that new gallery opening in the city centre. Deadlines are breathing down my neck, so I'll need to put in a few hours later." Lucas' hand stilled on her leg. "Work on a Sunday? That's practically blasphemy."

"I know it is." December. The holiday arrives and with it the question of what the holidays look like now that there is a now-that. It gets resolved in the farmhouse kitchen on a Sunday over Catherine's pancakes and the full complement of Sterling Cross family plus Maya who is always present on Sundays plus Daniel who has started being present on Sundays because Sundays are when the people who matter are together and he has become one of the people who matters.

“You mean cute Greg? The on the side Greg? The I’m a young doctor and I’m sexy and I know it Greg! Or the Greg with the big…” “Don’t you dare finish that sentence! I seriously don’t know why you are even here…” I say, finally walking into the house throwing my blanket on the kitchen table. Alley finally puts down Helios letting him trot through the door, with his cute little paws click clacking on the floor. “Well… we are going to this new club called Aces downtown,” she murmurs. “Um excuse me, on a Sunday? You know there’s no way my awkward ass is going to any club, I can’t even dance!” I say with a disgusted look on my face.