Modernlife Stories

I died embarrassingly and got isekai'd with a strange system. One moment I was choosing instant noodles in a convenience store. In the blink of an eye, I was waking up in a world of swords and magic. I am not a hero. I am just a former middle manager with a balance of zero and an online shop that sells sterile bandages. In a world where magic is slow and expensive, my modern common sense is the only weapon I have left. Will I be okay?

LOW BATTERY is a quiet, sleepless story about the moments where love, exhaustion, and responsibility collide. At 4:47 a.m., Morgan stands in a dark hallway holding a single AA battery, forced to choose between waking a fragile child or trusting the silence. As texts go unanswered and the night stretches thin, the story traces how modern parenthood turns ordinary objects-monitors, mugs, batteries-into moral weight. This is not a story about catastrophe, but about the fear of it, and the way people carry on anyway when no option feels safe, and the smallest decisions feel impossibly heavy.

Humans are smart. They used to think, struggle, fail, and learn. Then they got convenience, speed, and AI. The Day Humans Went on Autopilot: We Were Smarter Yesterday takes you on a journey across ordinary lives in an extraordinary age-students outsourcing thinking, artists outsourcing creativity, parents outsourcing bonding, and everyone slowly handing over pieces of themselves to machines. Through humor, real-world scenarios, and plain, uncut truths, this book exposes the quiet ways AI is reshaping humans from the inside out. No villains, no fiction clichés-just humans, habits, and consequences. Laugh. Cringe. Reflect. And maybe put down your phone for five minutes.

In the heart of a chaotic Indian city, 22-year-old girl lives her life by the second-running between deadlines, data, and the 8:30 PM last bus. She never has a moment to spare, especially not for the mysterious old lady who sits at her bus stop every night. But when the lady disappears for a day, the silence is louder than the city's roar. Driven by a sudden surge of curiosity, the girl makes a pact: she will give the stranger exactly 8 minutes of her time. What follows is a journey through memory, time, and the realization that sometimes, 480 seconds is all it takes to change two lives forever.

In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we builds altars from the fragments of a fractured world-raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. Drawing from the grit of noir nights and the quiet fire of Catholic introspection, these poems unearth resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions yet clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze. Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulations, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, it champions practical gratitude over grand illusions-inviting you to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than the chaos. Perfect for readers craving poetry that bleeds honesty, critiques the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. Discover the spark of one blood's cry in a collection that lingers like a half-remembered dream.

Basically an avengers sit com. But with texts.

Hey y'all, it's been some time since I've been active, life changes and gets so busy. I still read when I'm bored or update some of my books when I get the time to. Original I was gonna add fillers into my main book. But I'm gonna make a separate book of fillers. Some one shots even. why am I doing this? because I absolutely love One piece fillers especially Gate8 is honestly the best fillers I've seen in an anime. so why not make some myself.

In the Modern Universe, Feng Jiu was born to be an actress and Dijun was born to be a law enforcer. When their paths cross with Feng Jiu's stalker case, Dijun feels like they know each other but can't put a finger to it. As Feng Jiu's stalker goes to trial, discoveries are made that will shock Feng Jiu's own world. Will their love transcend the Universe of their love?

"I'm sorry Lyncia i will be joining you, and we will be together again happily together" - Rei Dave "i don't think she even wants you anymore, a low life that priority someone else instead of their partner.Who even would do that? oh right a trash, she'd already chooses me and shes mine." -??? A story of Lyncia Celeste That got Ignored her existence by her Boyfriend Rei Dave, She Thought things will get worst After Rei ingored her. But Things got unexpected the way she Imagine. Not knowing after her death , she reicanated in another universe with rei following her and someone else too, they followed Lyncia and became a composer in the universe who do you think it was?? Read to know more! The characters are originally mine! Please credit if you wanted to use this as an idea!

When perfection becomes a full-time job and silence feels safer than asking for support.

Artificial Intelligence is no longer a future concept. It writes, listens, predicts, decides, and learns. Quietly, it has slipped into our classrooms, hospitals, phones, jobs, and choices. And who knows, it might even take on a bigger role of not only being the best companions for a stressed out teen but as well as lead to the destruction of man kind....

After the sudden loss of her husband, Jane finds herself raising her only son, Max, in a foreign country far from home. Working as a staff in convenience store and janitor in Japan, she balances long hospital shifts with the quiet ache of single motherhood. Yuki, a thoughtful high school student, watches her silently carry the weight of their little world-and makes his own quiet vow to someday ease her burden. Set in the gentle rhythm of everyday life, A Mother's Promise tells a heartfelt story of love, sacrifice, and the unspoken bond between a mother and her son. In a world where time feels too short and dreams seem distant, they cling to one thing that keeps them going-each other.

Stuck in a loop of grey mornings and quiet loneliness, twenty-two-year-old Alyssa has forgotten what it means to feel alive. That is, until one sleepless night leads her to a park, and a stranger named Raph, whose gentle words begin to change everything.

Un compilado de poesías y críticas sobre la visión del mundo en estos tiempos desde la mirada de la generación del futuro.

In a world of screens and social media, one decision changes everything. A story about trust, choices, and lessons.

In a world where remote work is the norm, one team is falling apart. Miscommunication, burnout, and digital overload are threatening their success-until a new platform changes everything. When the company adopts Team Pulse, a powerful all-in-one team management tool, something unexpected happens: the team starts to thrive. But technology can only take them so far. Real connection takes more than just notifications-it takes trust, growth, and heart.

Your brain isn't broken. You're just overstimulated. You used to be able to focus. To feel things clearly. To care deeply. Now? Everything feels too much-or nothing at all. You scroll endlessly but can't sit still. You want to grow but can't start. You feel like you're falling behind, even though no one told you where the finish line is. This isn't a self-help book. It's a survival guide for anyone who's tired of pretending to be okay while quietly falling apart inside. If you've ever thought: "Why can't I focus anymore?" "Why am I always tired?" "What's wrong with me?" ...this book is for you. 10 honest chapters. Zero fluff. Just real answers, small habits, and a way back to yourself.

The boy at the edge of the world didn't notice the sun dipping beneath the horizon. He didn't care for the way the sky shifted to a bruised shade of purple, or how the first stars dared to shimmer. Michael Hayes was too busy staring down at the rushing waters far below, the roaring river swallowing everything in its path. He tightened his grip on the guardrail of the old steel bridge, his knuckles turning white. No one would miss him, he told himself. Not his teachers, who glanced over him like he was just another face in the crowd. Not his parents, who were too busy with their own failures to notice their son sinking. And certainly not his classmates, who never cared enough to even learn his name. The weight of his loneliness pressed against his chest, a heavy, unyielding force that threatened to crush him. He closed his eyes, letting the roar of the river drown out the thoughts that screamed in his head. But just as he took a shaky step forward, a voice shattered the silence. "Hey! What are you doing?" Michael's eyes snapped open. He turned his head slowly, the world seeming to tilt beneath him. A boy stood at the other end of the bridge, his dark hair tousled by the wind. He was panting, like he'd run a mile just to get there, his wide brown eyes filled with something Michael couldn't place. "I-I saw you walking out here," the boy said, his voice uneven but steady enough to carry across the space between them. "I don't know what's going on, but, don't. Please don't." "Why do you care?" Michael asked, his voice hoarse. The boy hesitated, taking a tentative step closer. "Because I've been there," he said quietly. "And if someone hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't be here right now." For the first time in what felt like forever, Michael's heart stirred-not with hope, but with curiosity. "Who are you?" he whispered. The boy smiled faintly, his expression soft but determined. "I'm Kai. And I think you and I have more in common than you realize."

Friend? Acquaintance? Relative? Is that what you see in me? Though to me you are beyond that...it hurts -Isaac Olezka- I have to smile. I'm so good at this. I-I'll bury this..deep enough so no one could know.. what I've gone through.. -Emma Gracelyn- "This life.." "I hate it" "Just let me die" (This is just a very short story so I don't intend to put much plot twists in here.) p/s: the art of the book cover is not mine..credit to the artist:) oh! I didn't put it in mature content (there is not much explicit content) but if you're not comfortable or fond of cursing, please don't read it. Sorry.

This essay explores the search for meaning and authenticity in contemporary life, using T.S. Eliot's poem The Hollow Men as a starting point. It draws parallels between Eliot's imagery of empty, straw-filled figures and the modern experience of feeling disconnected and unfulfilled despite being constantly connected through technology. The piece examines how our focus on external validation, material success, and curated online personas can lead to a sense of emptiness or what philosopher Viktor Frankl called an "existential vacuum." It argues that true fulfillment comes not from what we do or own, but from understanding who we are at our core. The essay encourages readers to break free from societal pressures and performative living, instead seeking genuine connections, embracing vulnerability, and aligning their lives with their authentic selves and values. It concludes by challenging readers to resist the "hollow life" and find meaning through self-discovery and genuine human interaction.