Tales Of Ordinary Madness Book Novels & Stories

(Daniel's POV) I never expected one student to crack the careful distance I had maintained for twelve years of teaching, yet there she was on that rainy Thursday afternoon, sitting in the front row of my advanced literature seminar with her notebook open but untouched while every other pen in the room scratched furiously across paper. The lecture hall smelled of damp wool and old oak, the kind of scent that usually grounded me in the familiar rhythm of my days, but today it felt heavier, as though the rain outside had seeped through the tall arched windows and settled into the very air we breathed. I had been speaking about moral restraint in Victorian fiction, tracing the way authors layere

We were the Authors of the Ordinary. "What now, Mommy?" Hope asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. I looked at the horizon, where the cracked moon was finally disappearing behind a bank of natural, grey clouds. "Now," I said, my voice warm and human. "We live the 192nd Chapter. And we don't worry about the Climax." The Audit is a Story. The Asset is a Memory. The North is Forever.

“You thinking about him again?” I nodded once. “I can’t seem to stop.” Maddie smirked. “Well, you could try thinking about me instead. I’m a way safer obsession. No swords, no politics, just me and my perfectly coiffed hair.” I laughed under my breath, letting her joke carry me for a moment as I watched people passing by, trading and laughing, living ordinary lives while mine had twisted into something unrecognizable. Maddie bumped her shoulder lightly against mine. “Come on. One more stall. Then we’ll head back.”

I always have to spoil the fun. “That can wait. I have more pressing matters to deal with right now.” My dad narrowed his eyes and waited patiently as I said, “I need your help. It seems like I'm seeing things. The series of events began after I met with a patient in Our Lady of Piety's psychiatric hospital. He is a killer and a very scary one. The interview allowed me to determine the pathologies. In addition to schizophrenia, he suffers from neurotic episodes. But that is all. The strange thing is that he was speaking as if he was from another planet.”

I just gotta talk, you know. Talking is different from annoying! Can't you be normal!' Define normal? You getting killed because you couldn't control your mouth. He loves me, he's the flavor of my cookie, he will never hurt me. Oh, really? Then why are you running? I'm making sure that theory is a hundred percent, you know, for safety reasons. You know, we are crazy, but you are a psycho. We are the same, we are both insane. So says the girl arguing with her subconscious.

But she has a deep secret from the past, when those secrets will be revealed, nothing will be the same, everything will change beyond her imagination. Misti all in her life wants just one thing and that is a perfect, normal, happy love story like her parents but she does not know that when she will fall in love her love story will not be a normal one rather it will be AN ABNORMAL LOVE STORY!!!!! A lot of danger she has to face along with the very challenging situation. She will feel the pain, betrayal, she will lose her trust in this journey of her abnormal love life.

Everything was well documented. The video concluded with a chilling threat colored in red, “You have seven hours and fifty-nine minutes left.” She was so frightened that she accidentally knocked over a mug. The spilled contents made a mess out of the bed, but she was frozen with shock to care. As the first rays of morning light streamed through the curtains and into the bedroom, Anise was completely aghast by what she was seeing online. The tips of her fingers were trembling.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

Moon asked her. “You’re just as sick as he is! Are you sure you’re not related? Mental illness runs in the family, you know?” Misha said, walking away, heels clacking against the marble floor. Troy sat at the little table in Briar’s room, listening to her playing Four Seasons by some composer or another. When they were alone like this, it was the only time he allowed himself to fantasize that he was her real mate, they were just normal wolves, and he didn’t know what he knew about her, or what her fate was. They could just be two wolves, happy, in love, and free.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Crazy Normal. My Crazy Normal was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?”)