Not Your Ordinary Novels & Stories

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,

DO NOT BUY. Wait. What?!

“No fanboying. No fangirling. No fox-spiriting. Be normal.” Normal. As if that had ever worked.

The realization settled into her bones, heavy and cold, as she stood there watching them. They were so perfectly synchronized, a matched set in their scrub tops and their shared language of medical crisis, they stood on the sidewalk as if they were the only two people in the world, oblivious to the woman who was slowly dissolving into the background. Yolande didn't scream, she didn't call out, she didn't demand to be seen, instead, she felt a profound, terrifying quiet overtake her.

Not this early * * *

His line rang in my ear. He picked up in one ring. "You just sent me a text," he said. I tapped once. I heard the faint sound of him reading it. My name is Ava Arande. I'm mute. I can hear everything you say. I'll communicate by text while we talk. Please don't hang up. A beat of silence. "That's an unusual request." I was already typing the next message and I sent it. Most of my requests are unusual, that's not the one you should be focusing on right now.

Extraordinary. More.

I made out with the second hottest bachelor at Standford Highschool. Our high school is like a shark tank. A shark tank full of minnows. I hate being a struggling minnow in that tank. I am Nemo. My gimpy fin will show any time it wishes. Like him, I always struggled to swim. At least Nemo is brave.

“I don’t even know how to be her... I'm just an ordinary girl, trying to fend for myself.” Sebastian’s eyes hardened, and he took a step forward. His voice lowered to a dangerous level. “I’m not asking for much, Miss Lockhart. Just long enough for me to sort out some business matters.” She shook her head, stepping back again, the feeling of being cornered sinking deeper. “That's not right...I don't even know her world.” Sebastian’s lips curled into a sly, knowing smile. “You don’t have to. You just need to pretend.”