WHAT IF TOMORROW MIGHT NEVER COME ❓ - EmmanuelLansana - Wattpad

Story cover for WHAT IF TOMORROW MIGHT NEVER COME ❓ by EmmanuelLansana

WHAT IF TOMORROW MIGHT NEVER COME ❓

EmmanuelLansana

Reads 96
Votes 9
Parts 6
Time 22m

Reads 96
Votes 9
Parts 6
Time 22m

EmmanuelLansana

Mature

shortstorycollection

In life, especially in these ending eras, people fail to acknowledge the significance of "Helping one another" as a service and an obligation to society. 


       This is a story I wrote to help sensitize humanity about the essence of TIME. 
If you're in the right position to render a helping hand to another, do it . If you have something to do today, do it. 

Never you leave today to be accomplished till tomorrow, for "Today is the tomorrow we all dreamt about yesterday". What needs to be done today must be done today.

little droplets of water can form a mighty ocean. A little help you render to a person can change that individuals life forever.


This is a fictional story I wrote about a man who is treading on the difficult path of life and he seeks assistance from his close friends, but as life may have it, they rendered their help to him ironically and metaphorically:-instead of helping him when he was alive, they rendered assistance when they heard of his mysterious and untimely death.All Rights Reserved

shortstorycollection

Table of contents

6 parts

Sign up to add WHAT IF TOMORROW MIGHT NEVER COME ❓ to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

Sonder- Sequel To Ashes A Peter Parker Fanfiction by Spider_Senses

As terrible as my life seemed five years passed and I began to realize something. I could look at any random person and they had lost just as much if not more than I had. Not a single family came out of the decimation unscathed, and if by some miracle one did then they lost friends, and if they didn't lose friends they lost something else. However the difference between them and me is I had the resources, the name, and the people to help me make a difference because I was broken, but there was someone else barely holding on that needed help. There were people that were worse off than me, that carried lives that we're just as significant as mine and Peters that needed avenging.

Silver Umbrellas by BookBird1497

"We... We all thought you two were..." Cover your heads, grab your umbrella, and don't stay out after dark. The world isn't how we remember it to be. Follow along as our cast of characters is forced to navigate a deadly everyday maze of monsters, dehydration, and malice just to stay alive long enough to seize their only chance to go home. ----------------------------------- Hello~ This is a short story and an AU that could also function as future events after "Homeless." Rated PG-13 just in case, but it's not too intense to handle (at least, early on. Later, maybe it will get more intense). PLEASE NOTE THAT I SAID "COULD ALSO FUNCTION," NOT "SEQUEL TO HOMELESS." DON'T GET CONFUSED. Basically, this is an attempt at me being both poetic and angsty with my surroundings. I hope you enjoy it! There will probably be slower updates than I used to have, so please just bear with me. And I drew that cover, yo. I'm so freaking proud of it, you have no idea.

Secret Mind ✓ by sadlyish

"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

The Oath Of Happiness by Arzhel_Zeina

They say when you wish for something with your heart, it'll come true one day , usually in an unexpected way But was it actually true? When 3 protagonist who are getting accustomed to their new surroundings are met with the other 3 protagonist who turn their lives upside down That's where the chaos start Just as they are getting closer and life looks better fate played it's tragical game and they are faced with numerous uninvited problems What are they going to do when they are turned against eachother? How will the cards play out? Join their journey filled with chaos, suspense, stupidity and many embarassing moments to find out ... English is not my first language, feel free to point out mistakes if there any I added many parts or information which I'm not sure about so correct me if I'm wrong at any point Warning: not fully edited _

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | 𝟏𝟖+ by ariaduos

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

Grey by Estelle_Ayriz

Dear whatever, Or is it whoever? I don't know, I'm not a writer anyways. Hi, I'm Arielle, but please call me A, I'm sick of hearing my name, or anyname actually, it just bothers me that I'm not actually as special as they'd want me to believe. Who's they? Oh, I don't know, everyone? Society? Whatever, so I guess I should tell you what this is about, eh? I'm writing this so I have something to leave behind, some sort of purpose to stay here, in this world, in this reality. I guess another reason is so that people can understand me? Or anyone like me I guess. To know what goes on in my mind. This will be officially started on June 4, 2017, my birthday, and will end on June 4, 2018. Whatever happens to this book, I promise myself that I won't delete it. If anyone actually bothers reading this, leave comments and suggestions or questions to get mentioned in the next chapter. I will be posting daily, but word count and time posted may vary. May 29, 2017 Monday 11:11 PM Signing off, A

Roots On The Rocks by natborn234

What if your place in society was determined two centuries before you were born? What if you were resented just for existing? What if you never meant to survive? But I did. I'm an illegal, a drain on society, the descendant of criminals, worthless. I know how to survive and that's all that matters. I never thought I would get, let alone deserved, anything more than that. Why would I? I'm not supposed to even be here. But then I meet them. And him. They aren't supposed to be here either but they are. Could I be part of something bigger? What if is there is something more for me than survival?

We Don't Choose Our Time by TheNovelSpinner

"We don't get to choose our time. Death is what gives life meaning. To know your days are numbered, your time is short." - The Ancient One Ben had been happy once upon a time. But that was a long time ago. That was before his world was torn from his claws, leaving behind a broken, angry shell. Now a mercenary, he only seeks to endure the rest of his days trying to forget his misery. But that all changes when a client charges him with looking after a young girl. - I wrote this a few years ago, thought I'd give it a whirl online. It's pretty short, not quite novel worthy, but enough to get the job done, I think. And yes, this is basically The Last of Us, but with wolves (mostly different, but the plot is very similar). If I ever write a sequel, I can assure you it will be nothing like the actual sequel.

Understanding a Storm by operationmissfortune

I despise socializing with a passion. It's a fact: I'm terrible at it. Like the useless person I am with everything else except for academics. It makes me wonder if there was ever such a time when I didn't suck at it so badly. Oh yeah, the time when I haven't met my good old friend, anxiety. Along with it's most honorable sidekick, depression. I hate talking- more than necessary. I can't stand being touched- even if it's just a friendly hug. I, Aisha Storm, in general, don't like people. Years have passed and I'm doing just fine. Alone. That's what I was. Until some guy who I will never admit I found attractive showed up in my life. His smile sends pleasant chills down my spine. The ocean blue color of his eyes capture my attention. His muscular frame emit power, yet he's so gentle I find myself caving into his touch. Most of all, he's capable of stripping the wall I brought up to shun me from civilization with little to no effort. ☆☆☆ Second Book from the Obsession series ☆☆☆ (As always, you are not required to read my other books to prepare yourself for this one. It can be read as it's own. And don't be an asshole who steals my ideas. Love you all <3)

You may also like

Slide 1 of 9

Sonder- Sequel To Ashes A Peter Parker Fanfiction cover

Silver Umbrellas cover

Secret Mind ✓ cover

The Oath Of Happiness cover

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 | 𝟏𝟖+ cover

Roots On The Rocks cover

We Don't Choose Our Time cover

Understanding a Storm cover

Sonder- Sequel To Ashes A Peter Parker Fanfiction

As terrible as my life seemed five years passed and I began to realize something. I could look at any random person and they had lost just as much if not more than I had. Not a single family came out of the decimation unscathed, and if by some miracle one did then they lost friends, and if they didn't lose friends they lost something else. However the difference between them and me is I had the resources, the name, and the people to help me make a difference because I was broken, but there was someone else barely holding on that needed help. There were people that were worse off than me, that carried lives that we're just as significant as mine and Peters that needed avenging.