The Unordinary Novels & Stories

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

So completely and utterly ordinary. And I thought, sitting there in the afternoon light with the city below us and Wednesday on the horizon and Italy somewhere beyond that, that ordinary was the thing I had been working toward without knowing it. Not the drama or the stakes or the press conferences or the moments of crisis that had defined the last several months. Just this. Just the unremarkable, irreplaceable texture of a life shared with someone you trusted completely. My phone buzzed. I glanced at it expecting nothing important. It was a message from an email address I didn't recognize, forwarded through to my phone by a news alert I had set up weeks ago on our names.

I didn't know what to do; borrowing money was not even in my mind because how would I be able to pay it back? I let out a breath in frustration and opened my word puzzle book. Searching for words in any puzzle book always helps me. It is weird, yes, but whenever I was frustrated, angry, sad, or something related to any of these mentioned, solving puzzles did it for me. I searched for the word 'Discombobulated' in the letters arranged randomly. I squinted my eyes, hoping that it would expose the word quickly but that wasn't working. I put the pencil in my mouth, staring hard at the book. It was getting so difficult so, I skipped to the next word, 'Onomasiological'

“Sabrina, it’s time you realized who you are. You are not an ordinary person, and you could never have the normal life you have always desired.” And just those few phrases evoke a range of feelings in me. ***

Theresa also held a facial expression that showed she also felt the weirdness I felt in the air. All of a sudden, Brent's eyes glowed up, and he began to make weird noises. His bones were also cracking, and he was acting weird. "Brent? Are you okay?" Alpha Diablo asked, looking really concerned about him. "I think you should move away from him." I warned again as I moved a few steps backwards. A scream tore into the air, and it caught our attention. "Help! The undead are alive!" I heard a woman scream in a distance , shouting for help.

It was just… empty. I was tired. Tired of trying. Tired of being misunderstood. Tired of losing. My mom knocked softly on the door again. “Mace? Do you want me to make you tea after all?” I took a shaky breath. “Maybe later.” “Okay. I’ll leave you to rest.” When she left, I finally picked up my phone again. Just to turn it off. But before I could, a notification flashed across the screen. New Headline: “Inside Macey Carter’s Meltdown—What Really Happened Outside Sterling & Co.”

"But I don't want to force you. Force is what ORDER does. I want to invite you. Invite you to experience something new. Invite you to see if maybe, possibly, chaos has value you've never considered." I held Thea's hand, watching our minutes-old daughter negotiate with cosmic entities. "This is our child," I whispered to Thea. "Our daughter is negotiating cosmic peace before she's an hour old." "She's your child and mine. Part void-touched empath. Part cosmic-touched prophet. Part human. Part ORDER. Part CHAOS. Everything mixed together." Thea kissed Unity's forehead. "She's perfect." One of the eleven Unmakers moved forward. "Unity, child of chaos and order. You claim we can coexist. Prove i

And as they walked away from the lights, the cameras, and the expectations of everyone else, Sophie realized that sometimes, the best stories weren’t the ones carefully written. They were the ones that unfolded naturally. Unscripted.

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

I tilted my head in amusement. "But, I'm not a normal groom. We are not a normal couple in general. Waiting at the end of the aisle is cliché so you and I need to do everything in our own special way. We are a special couple, are we not?" He asked. With a giggle I gave a nod, "Yes, we are." I giggled. "So, everything of ours has to be done as such. Including our wedding. Besides, it's only fair that I meet you half way because that's how we'll forever meet, in the middle." He said, making my heart flutter.