The Myth Of Normal Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You want to work at a place that pays you in office donuts and praise emails?” “I want to feel normal!” That stunned him. For a moment, the room fell completely silent. Just the hum of the wine fridge and my heavy breathing. He walked toward me, slow and measured. “You’re not normal, Emma.” “Gee, thanks.” “I don’t mean it like that. I mean you’ve been through hell. You’re surviving something no one else understands. You wake up screaming at night. You flinch when the doorbell rings. You’re not normal, and that’s okay. You’re healing.”

his voice was low. I stood up and finally faced him, only to find him staring at the water. "I don't understand anything!" my voice came out a little louder than I expected. He was now looking at me, his jaw tightened. "So much is happening around me and I feel like an idiot, trying to solve a puzzle in the dark." The water was no longer silent behind us. "I know this is not normal, I know that thing you killed was not normal," my voice was now coming out in a whisper, "you..you are not normal."

“I need you to take me to a psychiatrist.” Her eyes narrow on mine. “What?” “I’m hearing voices. In my head. And I don’t think it’s normal.” Caroline blinks, then sets the papers aside carefully. “Ethan… you’re fine.” “No, I’m not!” My voice cracks. “I keep hearing things. And not just voices. My body, it feels different. Stronger. My hearing, it’s sharper. Surreal. Like everything is… louder. Too loud.” Caroline shakes her head, forcing a smile. “You’re overthinking. Don’t stress yourself. You’re human. Perfectly normal.”

I was soon sitting at the huge table in the library, drowning in all of the many books we had found. I must have read about twenty different books, all of them full with facts of many different mystic tales which most deem myths. But I still hadn’t found any that match what I’m experiencing, there was one kind which had the ability to see into the future but not past, or be able to talk to people who are supposed to be dead! What if I’m just not normal? Perhaps my father was a mix, I just don’t know anymore and looking through all of these books isn’t helping!