No Ordinary Time Novels & Stories

That he was tired. Scott was a normal, seventeen-year-old male. Once up, he didn’t get tired until much later in the day. He was full of energy, and that was one of the reasons he was still welcome on the farm. He worked hard during his time there. He had also moved to the barn just like Sara had when she was seventeen. Scott didn’t like being there and would often be at one of his sibling's houses on the weekend. Joyce didn’t seem to mind that as he was never supposed to be there full time.

I'm 5'6" and have an athletic build. My friends told me that I'm very appealing. Although I'm not that pretty like other girls around. I also have my hair in a pixie cut and keep on trying to not be your typical girl. But that's just on the outside because hell, I'm too different from most people. I have an active third eye. People also call it the sixth sense. Yes, I see ghosts and spirits around me. But I also smell and hear them. It's too much for just an ordinary girl. Although I came from a family of faith healers. I don't exactly consider myself a psychic even if I see a different dimension now and then. My gifts are not enhanced like my grandmother's. She wanted me to embrace it but I

“Myra, your dress is stained.” “Huh?” She looked down at the hem of her mini-dress. Strangely enough, she had been having dark-red splotches on her underwear from time to time. She hadn’t cramped, but searches on the web yielded different results. Some leant towards a threatened abortion, while others suggested it was normal. She had gone with the latter, as she didn’t need unnecessary stress. Then, she had put off her plan to walk into her clinic due to her increasing need to be in the office. Procrastination at its finest. [It’s fine, Myra. Many women spot in the first trimester. After all, you’ve not been having bad cramps.]

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

Hoping for a better poem, oops sorry but you might've been diss By of course me Abnormally normal isn't normal so don't expect anything too real See you next chapter Hopefully we'll meet That's enough goodbye Blow Kiss

She needed to sort out her emotions real quick before she exploded. Clara had nothing to do so she rearranged her wardrobe. Maddison had disarranged some things when she helped her pack her things when she moved to Aiden’s. Clara wasn’t bold enough so Maddison went instead. Clara was sure she passed through the paparazzi with her evil dead stare and some cuss words. Maddison wasn’t the sweet one, leave that to Jane. Clara tried putting her things back in place since it has been two weeks since she last stepped into her house. Nothing was in disarray, she just felt the urge to so. She was trying to decide if she wanted to cook or order take-out when Jane’s call came in.

she said, eyes closed, head tipped back, “I can’t imagine us ever getting tired of this.” I smiled, sun warming my cheek. “No. I think… this is what normal feels like when you’ve earned it.” Our conversation drifted easily, moving from art to books to ordinary dramas we observed from afar. The city hummed around us, the soft chatter of locals, the clatter of cups, and faint music from street performers but in our corner, time slowed. I realized how much I had missed these ordinary moments, moments where laughter and warmth weren’t interrupted by fear or loss.

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

“Sabrina, it’s time you realized who you are. You are not an ordinary person, and you could never have the normal life you have always desired.” And just those few phrases evoke a range of feelings in me. ***

Mita cut Abby off while shaking her head as she found such events too strange. Seniority was a common occurrence in the workplace but she didn't expect it to happen in a small minimarket where the competition shouldn't be as big as in a big company. However, she now realized that it was the same everywhere. Things she never thought could happen in unexpected places. Oh, he had a few people to thank for getting him to finally go undercover. Thanks to pretending to be an employee at that convenience store, she came to know some things that she had never encountered in her entire life.