Adulting Stories

These are true stories from my life with my mother. They're funny, frustrating, occasionally ridiculous, and 100% inspired by real events. If you've ever had a parent who could turn a five-minute chore into a full-day adventure, you'll understand exactly where I'm coming from. New stories are posted every Friday, so be sure to check back for the next chapter in our ongoing adventures. The names haven't been changed to protect the innocent... because my mother knows exactly who she is.

"Katanya, perjalanan pulang selalu terasa lebih singkat. Bagiku, perjalanan itu tidak pernah selesai. Setelah gagal mengejar mimpi di kota perantauan, aku memilih pulang dengan kereta malam. Kupikir semuanya akan berakhir begitu aku sampai di rumah. Nyatanya, setiap kali kereta mulai melaju, malam itu selalu kembali ke awal. Di setiap pengulangan, aku bertemu orang-orang yang berbeda. Mendengar kisah yang berbeda. Mengambil keputusan yang berbeda. Sampai akhirnya aku sadar... Mungkin tujuan perjalanan ini bukanlah rumah. Melainkan diriku sendiri. Genre: Drama, Slice of Life, Psychological, Mystery One-Shot | Standalone Story

Enjoy the difficult and emotional journey that Etherin embarks on when life changes in an instant. As she struggles to balance the demands of being a mother, student, and employee, each day brings new challenges and unexpected moments of growth. Her healing journey is far from easy, but she chooses to find joy in the little things and take life one day at a time. New chapters will be added every few weeks.

There is a fine line between survival and living. Alisa walks this line every day. In this collection of confessional monologues, she dissects the absurdity of corporate culture, the high cost of low salaries, and the unspoken loneliness of being an «ideal employee». Through sarcasm, self-reflection, and the comforting presence of her cats, she explores the moment when a person stops being a person and becomes a «showcase». It is a book for everyone who has ever felt that their labor is worth more than a plate of buckwheat and that a dream is the only currency that cannot be devalued.

Aastha's first job lands her in Ahmedabad - smack in the middle of adulting chaos. Dry chapatis for lunch, rushed mornings, and somehow still late to work despite waking up on time. All she wants? To survive the grind of office hours, burnt dinners, and crushing expectations. Karjun Shah runs Shah Enterprises like clockwork - sleeves rolled up, silver wristwatch gleaming, and not a hair out of place. Stern, composed, the perfect CEO... until he's home. There, he's just Kaju -the steady heart of a noisy, loving Gujarati household that refuses to let him be anything but human. Neither planned this. But Aastha keeps catching glimpses of his silhouette and falling a little harder each time. Karjun can't ignore the new drafter with too many things in her tote and an uncanny way of softening his world. Love doesn't always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes, it tiptoes in - slow, steady, and unstoppable. All images/pictures belong to their rightful owners. I do not own any. Thank you. Have fun reading! Started: 30/05/2025 Word count: 90,000

Mga tula, mga ideya, mga linya, o litanya mula sa pananaw ng may-akda sa pagkabuhay at sa sakit na dulot nito.

Nobody prepares you for the sheer weight of starting over at thirty-two. After losing a seven-year relationship, an engagement, and a child, I found myself standing in the ruins of the life I thought I was supposed to have. I felt late to everything. Lost, heart-broken, and completely unsure of who I was supposed to be now. 32 & Unfinished is a journey through the mess of deep grief and the quiet magic of personal rebirth. It is a gentle reminder that being a work in progress does not mean you are broken. It just means your story isn't over yet.

Three strangers, one bar, one hot December afternoon. Andrew is failing Philip is broke Sinora has secrets When the sun goes down, they decided to share their stories about who is ruining their lives. Everyone has an enemy, but it is a different foe for different folks.

May diploma. May talento. May pangarap. Isang writer na halos hindi kumikita. Isang anak na hindi makaalis sa bahay. Isang taong pagod nang habulin ang hustisyang matagal nang ipinagkait sa kanya. A story about ambition, survival, betrayal, and finding peace in a world that never played fair.

Aadhya did everything right-studied, tried, waited. But two years later, she's still stuck. Not because she has no choices... But because every choice feels too heavy to make. While everyone else moves forward, she's left questioning herself, her path, and her pace. This isn't a story about having it all figured out. It's about feeling lost, overthinking everything... and learning to move forward anyway. Sometimes, you're not behind. You're just still becoming.

A mature man navigating loneliness, friendship, and the quiet absurdity of ordinary Sundays. Because adulthood turns out to be less dramatic than expected. Or does it?

Maraiah Jecelle spent most of her life searching for a place she could truly call home. After losing her parents, she learned to survive by holding tightly to the people she loved, especially Kael Dela Vega-the boy who had been beside her since childhood. Her best friend. Her safe place. The one person she believed would never leave. What she never knew was that Kael had been carrying a secret of his own. For years, he stayed by her side, loving her quietly while watching her give her heart to someone else. He never asked for more, never crossed the line, and never expected his feelings to be returned. Being there for her was enough. Until it wasn't. As betrayal, grief, and long-buried family secrets begin to resurface, Maraiah is forced to confront the truth about her past, her identity, and the people she thought she knew. Meanwhile, Kael struggles to protect the person he loves while fighting the growing distance between them. But some truths come with a price. Some wounds heal. Some scars fade. But some stains remain no matter how hard you try to wash them away. And sometimes, the deepest stains are left not by hatred or loss-but by the people who once felt like home.

*WEEKLY UPDATES* Where privilege meets desperation, and no one gets out unscathed. * She was supposed to inherit a company. Instead, she inherited an unpaid internship in the department everyone quits. Meet Victoria Adaora Adeyemi: nepo baby, professional chaos, and the CEO's worst nightmare. Her punishment for being "too wild"? Work in the basement of her dad's best friend's talent management company. No glam. No assistant. Just a leaking toilet and a boss who hates her on sight. Enter Dorian Kolkoto: broke, brilliant, and desperate to climb his way out. He can't afford to lose this job. He also can't afford to fall for the girl who got it because of her last name. It's supposed to be temporary. It's supposed to be professional. So why does it feel like the start of something neither of them can afford? The Personality Hire: where privilege meets desperation, and no one gets out unscathed.

Some people are easy to forget. But some linger... In habits you never changed, in songs you have stopped listening to, in promises you were never meant to break. Time moves on and lives change. People learn how to live without what they once thought they needed...Or at least try too. So when Kim Sunoo walks into a reunion he almost didn't attend, he thinks it will be just another evening. Only thing is...It isn't.

At twenty-seven, Hellen is living in Munich, unemployed, financially dependent on her mother, and trying to understand what kind of future is still possible for her. But her story did not begin with becoming a NEET. She was born in Georgia, survived the 2008 war in Gori, moved to Germany as a child, learned a new language, grew up as a foreigner, and later faced paranoid schizophrenia, depression, psychiatric treatment, and years of trying to rebuild her life. Now she spends her days making abstract art, thinking about artificial intelligence, worrying about jobs that may not exist in ten years, and wondering whether adulthood is still waiting for her somewhere. She is fascinated by AI and afraid of it. She uses it to create, even as she watches AI-assisted art outperform the work she makes by hand. She dreams about teaching, writing, independence, and a future with more possibilities than her present seems to offer. Female NEET in the Age of AI is a raw, personal memoir about war, mental illness, poverty, art, technology, and the strange experience of trying to build a life while the world itself is changing at an overwhelming speed. This is not a story written after everything worked out. It is a story written from the middle of the uncertainty. From someone who survived her past and is still trying to figure out her future.

I have developed a keen interest in self-help books lately, to the extent that I've started pondering, "What if I try to write my own book like this?" And here is the proof of that idea. I've been an aspiring writer for 11 years. I knew that I may not be skilled enough to be considered a writer, but I firmly believe that everyone is a writer because we all have a story to share, but it takes a great courage to be an author. The Almighty creates our stories, but we are the ones who can share them with others. We are the main characters of our lives, We are the authors of our own experiences, We are the protagonists. Starting from now, repeat it to yourself, "Me, The Protagonist"

I decided to be an adult, and make adult decisions. Man did that bite me in the ass.

This is not a romance story, a horror story, or any genre people usually think of when they hear the word "story." This is my life story. And no, I'm not successful. These pages are filled with my daily thoughts, realizations, untold stories, regrets, and the endless scenarios created by my own overthinking mind. Some moments were my fault, some were lessons, and some are still things I'm trying to understand. You can think of this as a public diary - a collection of thoughts I was never sure I should share, yet somehow ended up writing anyway. I don't know where my thoughts will lead me. I simply let them run wild.