Normal People Novels & Stories

I pressed my hands to my temples. Normal is a human term, my wolf chimed in. There is nothing normal about us. We are a legendary powerhouse who can shift between forms. We are sheer magik, Zora. I need to be a “Normal” wolf then, I said with another slight eye roll. Whatever that means. You do realize, even your mother and Lunerly do not know what “normal” is for a wolf? My wolf said. I creased my eyebrows. What do you mean?

~ Avelyn ~ Normal is a performance. I learned that by the morning. Normal is waking when the curtains are drawn back by a maid who smiles too politely. Normal is bathing, dressing, eating food that tastes like nothing, answering questions that aren’t really questions. Normal is walking the same halls, hearing the same footsteps behind me, feeling watched without ever catching the watcher blinking. Normal is surviving. I mastered it quickly. By the time the sun rose today, I already knew what day it was.

It was actually really great how he was just being normal, like every other average human unlike other wealthy people who would never even be caught in a street like this or a town like this or even a diner this small. I liked and enjoyed the fact that he was just being him and having fun with it. You should see many rich people out there; their attitudes disgust me sometimes. Why the fuck do they usually be like that? I mean, I get the fact that you grew up rich and you never ever suffered a day in your entire life, you literally had everything handed to you on a platter of gold and you never lacked anything but can you act normal and regard other regular humans? Please.

AURORA- Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person.

The sound of the wind blowing and of a distant traffic noise. It seems peaceful but that's because it is. Everything else is chaos. No one knows where everyone else lives. Not even the neighbors. Everyone in the city just lives and walks about, looking like they belong to the place they live in. Like everyone else. Just ordinary people, living normal life. Except...they are not normal people. They are special. "It's true...isn't it?" she whispers. I nod, not trusting my voice. We fall into silence again.

Maybe speak to Sharlene if I actually see her. I walked into the cafeteria and was engulfed by the familiar smell of multiple meals and pastries. I wondered what was today's special. Walking to the counter to make an order, I greeted the lady that usually serves lunch. She looked to be in her sixties as her large grey afro was visible under the hairnet she wore. Her dark skin was full of wrinkles and she had the kindest smile I've ever seen. She was absolutely beautiful, just like her home in Africa.

"They care for her, they are just showing it in the most stupidest ways. They say and I roll my eyes. The conversation stopped their and we just enjoyed being in each other presents. One day our humans will be like this. They just need to get their heads on straight.

It felt like… like we were finally being treated like humans. Alex stared at the message. He thought about how long it had taken to get here. The fear. The anger. The fatigue. And he realized something: Ordinary was not the absence of struggle. Ordinary was the presence of stability. The bond pulsed—steady. Alex stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the city. People moved through their lives. No one was shouting. No one was marching. No one was waiting for a hero. They were living.

Normalising what happened to me. We are what we are because of people like each other, and we exist because of one another. Both on opposite ends, yet the outcomes are always the same. Humans devoid of real feelings and empathy that cannot function like normal people. Neither of us can ever have a normal life or a normal relationship, we don’t play by the healthy rules and guidelines, he just reminded me of that.

It’s аnоthеr wоrld оut there. People are hеаdіng to work аnd gоіng оn with nоrmаl lives аѕ іf nоthіng unuѕuаl hаѕ hарреnеd. For a mоmеnt I thіnk аbоut how hugе Nеw Yоrk Cіtу really is. Millions of people are hurtіng rіght now, mіllіоnѕ аrе ѕtіll eating breakfast.