Not Your Ordinary Novels & Stories

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

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She wasn't resting on that matter that's why l decided to move here. So from that experience, l got to know that you are not just an ordinary person. You see l have been observing you ever since you became eighteen. Many things changed about you. Like your way of eating, your walking style, the color of your eyes changed slightly and now its more glowing than before, the thickness of your hair and so much more.

She laughed as she realized she was anything but ordinary. “..sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out..I laugh myself to sleep it’s my lullaby…it is enough?…is it enough?…is it enough to breath…somebody rip my heart and leave me here to bleed….it is enough to die…somebody save my life….I’d rather be anything but ordinary please…”

I had just left girl's night with the girls. It had been a minute. We all been so busy in our everyday lives, that we rarely had time to catch up. Kita and her man has broken up. That shocked me. He was always good to her. Hardworking man. He worshipped the ground she walked on. She said she needed some time to herself. I don't believe that for a minute. She was gone end up telling me sooner or later. My girl couldn't hold water.

“I think I’m learning that ordinary can be extraordinary if you choose to see it that way.” Jordan pressed a kiss to her hair, feeling a rare and profound contentment. “Then let’s keep choosing it. Every day. Together.” And in that quiet, unremarkable evening, Jordan realized that the strength in normal wasn’t about avoiding chaos—it was about creating a world worth staying for, a world where love and trust were the true victories.

“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.]

‌ Because this⁠ wasn’t dramat‍ic. T‍his wasn’t rescue. This was‌n’t surviving. T⁠his was ordi⁠nary. And ordi‌nary used to⁠ feel impossible. Then Noah reached for a block. Without looking⁠. ‍Wit⁠hout thinking. And said—‌ “Dad, not‌ that one. T⁠he blue one.” Silence. Everything st‌opped. ⁠ Not⁠ lou⁠dly.

Nora asked, "You are my daughter dear, you are strong and they are just dreams, you need to stop thinking about it, it's just a dream," replied her mum, "No! Mum, it's not just a dream, and I'm not mad either, I know what I am saying, she called me little elf and the knight I do see around, it's not just dejavu it's real ma, I am different and I think you do know about it but won't tell me," yelled Nora as she stood up from the bed looking at her mum,

I asked nosily. "Normal. You're not like the other girls I've dated. They starve themselves to death. Keeps on telling me they're fat. Try to impress me with their petty talk and achievements. I hate those pretentious girls. But you, you're different. You don't give a damn of what other people might think about you or your actions. That is normal and I like it. I'm glad we had this date."