The Unordinary Novels & Stories

"What makes you ask that?" "Some of the kids at school talk about me. They say I'm too mature for my age. That I act like an adult sometimes." My heart squeezed. "You're not weird, Maya. You're special." "Special feels the same as weird." "It's not. Special means you have gifts other people don't have. That doesn't make you weird. It makes you extraordinary." Maya leaned against me. "Sometimes I wish I was just normal. Like the other kids." "Normal is overrated."

"...Apple Boy?" "You heard me!" I jabbed a finger toward Alessandro again. "You think I was born to warm someone's bed?" My voice cracked. "I'd rather marry a cactus!" Another breath. "I'd rather marry a cockroach! "I'd rather marry my toaster." Another. "I'd rather marry absolutely nobody!" I wiped my face angrily. "You know what my biggest dream is?" Nobody answered. “To become a psychopath and kill all the men in the world. And make this earth sacred again.”

I have to admit, being a family full of abnormals, now I take back what I said, I don't want to be normal I love my abnormal family

Others moved more slowly, enjoying the calm weather after the rain. A young mother pushed a stroller carefully across the street while her little boy skipped beside her, holding onto the edge of her coat. A businessman stood near the corner, speaking seriously into his phone while adjusting the strap of his briefcase. Two teenage girls walked past laughing loudly at something on one of their phones, completely lost in their own little world. It was an ordinary day. An ordinary city. Ordinary people living ordinary lives. But standing there, watching it all through the glass, something settled warmly inside my chest. Because for me, this life no longer felt ordinary. It felt extraordinary.

“I’m not going to have coffee with you… Tell me what you want and leave.” “Let’s go have a coffee. I need a caffeine hit…” She rolled her eyes at the smug jerk. “Fine.” There was a café next door, she would have a coffee and fuck him off. Tristan waited as she closed up. He walked with her to the café and they took a seat at a booth. He did not look like he fit in here but it also suited him to be so normal… The only reason he didn’t fit in was because of how expensive his clothes, shoes, his watch were. Still, there was something about the man that just suited to be in a such an ordinary environment…

“I think I’m learning that ordinary can be extraordinary if you choose to see it that way.” Jordan pressed a kiss to her hair, feeling a rare and profound contentment. “Then let’s keep choosing it. Every day. Together.” And in that quiet, unremarkable evening, Jordan realized that the strength in normal wasn’t about avoiding chaos—it was about creating a world worth staying for, a world where love and trust were the true victories.

It felt like… like we were finally being treated like humans. Alex stared at the message. He thought about how long it had taken to get here. The fear. The anger. The fatigue. And he realized something: Ordinary was not the absence of struggle. Ordinary was the presence of stability. The bond pulsed—steady. Alex stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the city. People moved through their lives. No one was shouting. No one was marching. No one was waiting for a hero. They were living.

Sadiq collected the Mic from her and she stood close to him on the stage" Goodday everyone. Thank you all for welcoming my invitation . This shows that we are all going to be good friends in this business world of ours. I really appreciate it all" " I know some of you are new to this face, which means this is your first time of seeing me while some might be familiar with the face. All I want all of you to know is that I'm here for business and wouldn't want anyone of you to think of me as a threat. " He went on and on with the speeches . After he was done ,a round of applause went round the hall. " lastly, I will like you all to meet a very good friend of mine from the UK, Rahama abdulbasit

Naomi The place they had brought me to was truly peculiar. As I stepped outside, my senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant sight of emerald green grass swaying gently in the breeze, the symphony of chirping birds, and the soothing sound of flowing water. It was a picturesque scene that could easily grace the pages of a fairytale. However, as I ventured inside, a stark contrast awaited me. The furniture, with its intricate carvings and exquisite designs, seemed more fitting for a museum than a home. Yet, amidst the grandeur of each room, an eerie absence of warmth and vitality lingered in the air. It felt as if every breath I took subtly drained my energy, leaving me with a sense of unease.

Despite the disapproving glares she received from those around her, Nysaa remained committed to her mission of exposing the absurdity of Mace Sinclair's self-importance. As Mace's speech approached its conclusion, Nysaa decided it was the perfect time to make her exit. She had stirred enough trouble inside the convention center, and now it was time to take her act outdoors. She knew exactly how to create chaos when she wanted to, and she relished the opportunity. Outside the convention center, Nysaa scanned the area, her eyes searching for a suitable rod. It didn't take long for her to find one leaning against a nearby wall. She approached it with a sense of determination, knowing that this