Unscramble Daytime Novels & Stories

Morning Dante’s day always began early. By 5:30 AM, he was already up, the early morning light just beginning to break through the curtains. He never needed an alarm—his mind always woke him up before the rest of the world. He would start with a quick workout in the gym, pushing himself through a series of intense exercises, the familiar rhythm of lifting weights grounding him. It was his time alone, where he could clear his thoughts and prepare for the day ahead.

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

“... it's daytime. The sunlight is burning.” What?

Morning broke. Judgment day.

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It was obvious our abject scarcity was overcoming my ego. The alarm from my mothers old Nokia phone ringed continuously signalling a new day. I got up and turned it off. It was 5:30 am. A brand new day. I slept off and didn't know the time my mother closed from the bar the previous night. When I wake up every morning, I say a brief prayer then dash out to the kitchen to make breakfast. After that, I bath Tami while Kiki and Osifa clean themselves. I supervise them and ensure they wear thier uniforms properly before leaving for school. Osifa washes the dishes while Kiki cleans the room. They all finish thier chores before 7pm. We take turns with our other neighbors in cleaning the bathroom, t

-The Next Day,- As the sun peeked through the curtains, Darth stirred from his slumber, his eyes feeling heavy and sore. It had been a restless night, filled with turbulent thoughts and a lingering sense of guilt. He slowly rose from his bed and made his way to the bathroom, intending to freshen up and shake off the remnants of his troubled sleep.

“𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙? 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚?” “𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩? 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝘼 𝙯𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚.”

The moon was a brilliant beacon that lit up the sky, the centerpiece the stars flocked around. At the very center, where Day and Night met, stood two men. They were part of the four that escorted us contestants to the house. I had once labeled them as Day, Night, Sunrise, and Sunset. Apollo was clearly sunrise, and the two men standing at the center of the clearing, were Day and Night.

One day at a time. Starting with tomorrow.