Ordinary People Novels & Stories

She wanted to remember that the shop was part of something larger, not its center. A fruit vendor called out a greeting. A tailor waved from a doorway without breaking conversation. A café owner adjusted chairs with practiced efficiency, unconcerned by who might notice. “This is where I learned what normal felt like,” Lillian said after a moment. “Not safe. Just… ordinary.” Nathaniel nodded. “Ordinary is underrated.” They reached the small park at the edge of the quarter and sat on a bench worn smooth by years of use. Children moved through the space in loose patterns, supervised but not managed. A ball rolled too far. Laughter followed it. A scraped knee earned attention without alarm.

The future was never small enough for one pair of hands. Little Sparrow's eyes blurred with tears. She continued. Someone probably told you that you are special. I hope they also remembered to tell you that you are allowed to become tired. Claire quietly covered her face. Little Sparrow's breathing had become uneven now. You may rest. You may laugh. You may become ordinary. The world has survived for thousands of years because ordinary people keep loving one another after extraordinary people leave. Thomas slowly closed his eyes. Samuel. Only Samuel would have written that.

Their desires were modest, and their aspirations were not extravagant; all they longed for was a life filled with purpose. At this moment, they were simply the humble folk, uncertain of even securing two square meals a day, and residing in the urban slums. I couldn't help but furrow my brow in response to their stares. Glancing down at the streets, I noticed the neatly arranged stones, yet beneath them, murky water trickled through the cracks. Even my keen sense of smell detected the faint odor emanating from the commoners' living quarters. As I gazed upon the weathered, crumbling homes that seemed on the brink of collapse, the bustling streets teemed with vendors hawking their wares, shoppe

She stared at Charlie before she sighed and said, “Do you know how many times I wished that I was born into an ordinary family instead? I feel that my life would not be so difficult if that was the case. I wouldn’t have to face so many rules and constraints in my life and I think I’d be so much happier. Even though I hold such a high position and have endless wealth because of my family, I don’t have the chance to feel any real happiness.” Charlie smiled slightly and said, “Do you also know that there are also many ordinary people who are actually more envious of people who are as rich as you are? This is because they wouldn’t need to worry about money or how

They had been dealing with practitioner conflicts in the secular world and maintaining social order for a long time. Ordinary people gazed at them admiringly. Many people decided to hike in the mountains tonight. Maybe they could get lucky and come across a technique. Even if that did not happen, maybe they could come across some powerful experts. If they had the potential, maybe those experts would be willing to guide them. Everyone saw themselves as the protagonist in a novel, a loser who could suddenly become rich and good-looking, ruling over the world one day. The two practitioners flying on swords enjoyed the admiration of ordina

“What happened to your home? How did you become nomads? Did you steal from a man? Commit murder? Survive a war? I demand an answer—now!” The old man simply shook his head. “We haven’t done any of these,” he said slowly. “We are merely victims of ugly circumstances, and it is a heartbreaking pity that you don’t…” He trailed off, looking away and stepping back. “That I don’t know what?” I snapped, anger replacing the strange pull I’d felt earlier. “Finish your statement!” “We plead mercy, your grace,” the old woman cried, pressing her head harder to my leg. “We are not rogues. We are ordinary people.”

Not for a second. His eyes moved around the room. The shelves. The beds. The blankets. The lanterns. The wooden beams overhead. Ordinary things. Very ordinary things. His smile faded. “We missed this.” Nobody spoke. Because suddenly the room understood. The city. The people. The thousands waiting there. Whatever they were. Wherever they were. They didn’t have this. Simple things. Normal things. Lives. Homes. Rain against windows. Warm rooms. Conversations. Arguments.

"Society has improved, and the neighborhood security has improved as well. There are more rich people than before." "Robert, maybe you just know more rich people because you are one of them," Ivy said. "There are still a lot of people who are struggling. They mainly focus on making ends meet, and it's unlikely that you will run into any of them." Robert glanced at Ivy intently. "Did I say something wrong?" Ivy was worried that she might have upset Robert. "Of course not. You are right. Ever since you've come home, I get this urge to try and be ordinary," said Robert.

Leticia exclaimed. “What is there to be envious about? At the end of the day, I’m just a homeless wanderer who can’t be compared to bigshots like you,” David said with self-deprecating humor. “That’s not right, Master David. Everyone has a right to live how they want. What you see or hear might not be the truth. Bigshots have their share of worries. Ordinary people can enjoy happiness that bigshots might not have. Ordinary people are always hoping to make it big, but they aren’t aware that, sometimes, bigshots would like to return to ordinary life.”

“What the heck?!…200 million people?!!….that is outrageous?!…and yet they still kept fighting?…”.(Mr.Taran) “Why are you that shock, young man?….to those idiots…we the common people were expandable to them…and see…this is the prove of it all…but never have I ever thought that I learned such facts for the leader of other nation…”.(Old Grandpa) “Sob~…huhuhuh~…my son~!…”.(Old Grandma)