Ordinary Human Novels & Stories

is almost done. "Do they still need me, Dad?" Avery asked, watching the city glow with the "Amber-Hearts" of its people. "They don't need a 'Sovereign', Avery," Silas replied, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They need a 'Neighbor.'" The narrative has reached the "Phase of the Somatic-Unity." In every professional circle and every household, the story of Avery Vane-Thorne is being recommended as the "Manual for the New-Humanity"—a work of "Unparalleled-Clarity" that defines the "Height of the Professional-Writing-Standard."

I asked picking the unusual word in his sentence. “Yes, Humans.” He answered. “Yeah, I heard that.. but what are humans?” I asked frustratedly. I’ve never heard of the word before. Are they also some kind of monsters too? I glanced around and saw that I wasn't the only one looking at Dolphus curiously. Even Eira too was looking at him curiously. I guess the rumors she heard weren't detailed as she thought. “They are not monsters like vampires. They don't have any supernatural abilities except that they don't shift like us and they also aren't blood sucking like the monsters.”

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 would show more respect to a dung beetle than they would to one of us. The thing is, we may be supernatural, but we are still human too. If you looked at our blood you would still see the clear signs of the human genome. We just have some additional cells as well. Excluding irshiusts and raitruums, we all come from humans, we just have a few extra quirks. But do they care about that? No. Why? Because they all drank the Kool-Aid and now believe the sales pitch like it’s fucking gospel. It’s equally sad and pathetic.

Everything I thought about this was wrong. " Simply not believing that something doesn't exist, doesn't mean it doesn't. As much as humans exist in this world, many other entities are present as well. Humans are just exceptional beings on earth because that is how it has always been. Supernatural entities reside in the shadows because humankind can not handle the existence of other beings other than themselves. We hide our true existence not because we are scared but because we want to maintain peace and prevent bloodshed. Everything you think doesn't exist, does." He declared with finality. My mouth was agape in shock and confusion. It's a lot to take in. My mind was still trying to process

She blew some air on it and took away the plaster, displaying a nonchalant attitude towards her injuries. She came outside and sat on a bench, the evening shadows casting a contemplative veil over her features. The unexpected clash in the gym had unveiled a side of her that transcended the confines of societal judgments. The interplay of pride, prejudice, and the subtle complexities of human interaction had woven a narrative that, for a brief moment, bridged the chasm between two vastly different worlds.

, except a few intelligent ones like Alexander. Alexander was indifferent and rude to everyone including the rich. Infact, he bullied the rich too when he wanted, so he barely noticed that I was a human being. But one day we had PE class, this class was a combined elective class for both science and arts students. I was studying to become a medical doctor, so I was in science class. While Alexander was studying business, he was in art class. We had both picked PE as our elective subject, and as though that was not enough, our PE teacher, Mrs. Emma had decided to pair us up together to play badminton against the opposing team which also had two players.

one doctor suggested. "Agreed. The last horde depleted a massive chunk of our serum reserves. We need to replenish them as fast as possible." "But Beckett's antibody levels seem a bit unstable. Would increasing the dosage pose a risk?" Dad dismissed the concern with a sharp wave of his hand, his decision final. "Beckett is the future of humanity. Necessary measures must be taken when the situation demands it. Boost his nutritional intake, use the best medication available, and make sure his body can handle it."

I question a little too loud. “Imagine I take every excuse I get daily, what do you think is going to happen” “But still” I mumbled under my breath. “That aside, they do these things because you’re human, a weak creature” There it is, of course, there’s never a day without me being reminded. I huffed a sigh, sincerely tired of being called weak. She must have heard my thoughts because she added, “No matter how tired you are of hearing it, it’s still facts. Wolves don’t like something this weak in their packs therefore makes you their target automatically which will either break you or make you”

“Human. He's just an ordinary human … with a mind as mad as a real devil.” Yeah, ordinary humans who break boundaries. Totally breaking boundaries.