The Magic Of Ordinary Days Novel Novels & Stories

She had sat across from someone who had been looking past her for seven years and she had called the looking forward and she had called the arrangement ordinary and she had thought that ordinary was what she was for. She understood now that ordinary was not insufficient. Ordinary was the goal. The kind of ordinary that was built from two people actually paying attention to each other. The kind where someone said that one at the cheese counter and was right. The kind where someone found the right section of the bookshop and came back with something worth looking at. The kind where coffee after a bookshop was not a gesture or a date or anything with a name attached to it. It was just coffee af

She’s grown up knowing these things are footnotes now, not headlines. After breakfast the house empties into the day—kids to lessons, adults to calls, someone starting lunch prep. I slip back to the deck with my coffee, sit where Dante used to sit, watch the water. No ghosts rise. No shadows stretch. Just sunlight. Waves. Breathing. The long peace isn’t loud. It isn’t dramatic. It’s ordinary mornings, ordinary choices, ordinary love stretched across decades until it becomes something unbreakable. I finish my coffee. Set the mug down.

Thoroughly dumbfounded, he uploaded the proof he had found onto the confession page, then deleted his account. Everyone was stunned when they saw the records. No one expected that someone capable of enrolling in college in this day and age would only have a few dollars as their daily allowance, especially when the cheapest meal set at the cafeteria already costs at least 12 dollars! "That means out of 12 months of the year, she barely even gets to eat a full meal ten times!" "Damn, I can't even imagine living like that! She was suffering from a fever the other day and only managed to earn about one dollar. What could she possibly eat with that?"

- "I hate you." Ada nagged as they opened the door of her father's car. "See you girls later!" Ada's father waved before speeding off, leaving them alone at the mall. Ada's dad was a dark, slim man who was really loose on rules. That was why Ada could go anywhere whenever she wanted. He was also a good friend of Janet's dad.

She’s this girl I met in my young adulthood phase that confused my perception in life and of course, just like what I have said, she did things that annoyed me. I’ve been thinking about all these while I witness the unfinished look of my one-of-a-kind house situated in a one-of-a-kind high land for that one-of-a-kind person in my life. In one fleeting moment, the house in front of me changed gradually, becoming a grass land, slopes becoming uneven once more and there was a single tomb with white flowers on it. I’m back at it again.

ABUJA, NIGERIA. The day Amani dreaded has arrived in full force which makes her think whether the twenty one days really did happen or she was just dreaming but it was no dream when she woke up and saw Mika'il's new babban riga sitting on the couch in their room where she's neatly kept it the night before. She wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare that she has going on but no, the reality hit her just as hard in the face like it did when she heard the news. She can't even point out the reason why she needs to wake up, she wants to sleep the whole day.

The talisman’s burn in Killian’s chest had dulled to a steady, searing throb — like someone had nailed a star into his ribs. Every beat of his heart sent waves of heat crawling down his arms, bleeding into his fingers until they tingled. The shadows inside him pressed against the invisible walls the magic had thrown up, like wolves clawing to get out. The stairwell was choked with smoke from the dying Bloodforged. Somewhere up the steps, the clash of steel and shouts of the guild fighters drifted closer — but not close enough.

she said. Something moved at the corner of his mouth. "And you," she said. "What do you want for the next year?" He looked at the garden. "More of this," he said simply. "The specific accumulation of ordinary days that contain the right things." He paused. "I spent a long time before the bond understanding that the extraordinary was what mattered. The decisions and the leadership and the significant events." He looked at her. "I understand now that the ordinary is what the extraordinary is made of. The mornings in the kitchen and the evenings in the east sitting room and the walks to the community hall and the dinners with Roman and Lily." He paused. "I want more of the ordinary."

POV: Scarlett The morning after the wedding was ordinary. That was the remarkable thing about it, not grand, not heightened, nothing announcing itself as significant. White sheets and soft light and birdsong through the open window and the faint smell of flowers drifting up from the garden below. An ordinary morning, indistinguishable from any other ordinary morning, except that Scarlett lay in it and felt the specific, unhurried magic of a life that had become something she actually wanted to be inside. She had not known that ordinary people could feel like this. Like a gift given quietly, without ceremony.

But because of his cold and aloof personality, nobody has the nerve to approach him easily. Standing for several minutes on the balcony Josh felt tired and began to feel sleepy. Striding towards his king-size bed Josh sigh and turn off his bedside lamp then lays down to sleep. ........ The long night of slumber is over, Cass was awakened by the ringing of her alarm clock which she usually set to make sure she won't be late with her class in the morning. After having light breakfast, readying herself for the first day of school in her last semester before graduating, she waited for a taxi on the roadside not far from her apartment. While standing on the roadside her mind is wandering somewher