Winning At Life Novels & Stories

Built slowly. And now, watching the ink settle on the page, I know something with a certainty that doesn’t need defending: This life wasn’t luck. It was earned. And it’s here to stay. THE END

"One author recommends not having that daily cappuccino and saving the cappuccino money in mutual funds instead - so that later in life you will become rich. You and I do not live below our means. We like being rich. We expand our means. When we write or teach, we encourage others to be rich and enjoy life." Pausing for a moment, Kittridge smiled and said, "You know, you are right. I don't know anyone who likes to live below their means, at least not amongst my friends. The people I know want to enjoy life, and we do enjoy life. We play to win and we do win. You win, and you enjoy life. That's why you and I sell more books and draw bigger crowds when we teach. People like winners." "Most fin

Chris inquired. Paige nodded. "Yeah. I mean, what's a person's lifelong pursuit? It's usually about money and love, right? Look at me. At such a young age, I got the money and married a young, handsome, powerful husband. I'm also pregnant. However you look at it, I've already won at life. So what else is there to strive for?" Chris gazed at Paige and said, "It's said that once a person loses their life goals, they live like the walking dead. Once that happens, they're as good as done for."

His lamentations were enough for her to hear. After all the bitter winters and healing autumns that life has brought to them, their sufferings have not ever sprouted. So the day has come for her. The most doleful day that she is only alive, being hugged and kissed, in the most cherished memories of the people who remembers her. But in reality, she is no longer… Shanta has already been erased from the world and from the minds of these people who once became a part of her life. Because three years ago, she was declared dead. And now, she wanders like a restless soul.

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

I won't Two words and my entire life was on the verge of collapse . This was something that I didn't plan but what was I supposed to do ? Fight him ? the chances of winning against him were slim but facing the prospect of losing my virginity when our relationship was anything but clear , I believed it was necessary for me to put up an equal footing before I lose myself in this crazy fiasco that Jacob was pulling me in " you are not tapping out on me now , are you Hamilton ?"

I loved the way that they were all confident with his presence already. It was not like the first time that they were all scared of his presence. It looked like things got better, just like the way I have always wanted. Linda started calling the group that we were, and it happened that Andrew, and I turned out to be in the same group. That motivated me to win, that way I would be able to command Charles, and he wouldn't be able to deny anything I had to do. The rules of the game were stated, while we both went to change our clothes, and then our guns were filled with the colors that we were supposed to use to shoot.

I let out a cold laugh and hailed a cab. Instead of going to the company, I headed straight for the lottery center. "Hello. I'm the winner of the 800-thousand-dollar prize from this morning. I'd like to have a notarized certification of my winnings, please." In my previous life, I had been so anxious to pay for my daughter's surgery that I never got around to having the prize money notarized. By the time I was framed and tried to come back for it, a staff member at the lottery center had already been bribed by Russell and Kristen.

"Why not bless us to win, Pa Yiwa? I'm planning on keeping the crown, and Pakin here is planning on shocking everyone." The elderly woman smiled, but her gaze remained wise and grounded. "Winning and losing... those things always depend on the circumstances, the wind, the machine, and a bit of luck. But giving your best? That is the only thing you can truly control. That is where the real victory lies." I looked at her and felt a strange sense of peace. In a world where I was constantly judged by my title, my bloodline, or my speed, Pa Yiwa saw me simply as a young man seeking guidance.

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.