Mundane Stories

Mundane things and I have to make them interesting to read, maybe with my prose, or just put them in an interesting perspective.

Death has come to the Saskatchewan prairies to pay a... visit? Or has he moved in already. Just the mundane existence of living among the rural city folk and learning how to exist in human form as Death. With his hooded, wool robe, he lives in Regina, Saskatchewan.

just something that I wrote when I was feeling strongly for very mundane things too feels kinda cringe but I guess I should put my feelings somewhere out there or I will combust

Look around you. What do you see? The couple sitting at the table beside you laughing together at a shared joke? That attractive guy on the train to work who would always have a book in his hand? That old lady next door who lives alone but has a lot of cats to keep her company? These are the mundane things in your everyday life. Things so simple, so normal that you never would have thought it mattered. But it does to me. Join me as I attempt to capture the beauty of Mundane Things; a compilation of short stories based on my observation of daily happenings around me.

Empty, Hollow halls. Scattered paper and scattered breath. Loose knots of thread and wood lay scrambled along the derelict floors, and the tiny sounds of scurrying feet of mice and other vermin echo among the eerie air of this dilapidated building. Overwhelming sadness, and endless joy. So compelling, yet so grotesque. Oh the humour of it all. Where dreams come to die. A strict way of life, overbearing and restricting. Only few managed to grow tall enough to reach the suns rays. Our cold, broken shells, left in the shadow of their glory. Oh how disheartening, We are the average, the suffering, the lonely. How much blood must be spilt to appease the crowds? A rhetorical question. My apologies. For it was our fault from the beginning. We were far too mundane, unskilled and unloved for you to notice. Did you even glance? Did you notice the stains? Ignorance is bliss, even if it is manufactured. So blare out the anthems that will drown out the truth, with the lies they spill how can you make time for anything other... This feeling is warm and hard to grasp, could it be nostalgia? Or is that a feeling reserved only for the happy. Again I'm sorry... To even return was an issue from the beginning, we should not stir the ghosts of the past. Even if we have scars from the damage.

"In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn." - Octavia Butler

The world was different, it was full of supernatural creatures: Vampires Werewolf Witches Warlock Pixie Demons Angels And mundanes (human) Clary was a human, but from recent scientific research the world would be stronger and more powerful if it only had supernatural creatures in it. One morning she was given a letter that she was to be changed into a supernatural creature by the time she was 18 she was 17 next month so she had time. She wanted to be a witch as it would give her the least trouble in life, but could her vampire lover make her change her decision? She has a decision to make, and has a difficult life ahead of her. Mature themes Sorry for any grammar mistakes

Movie based fan fiction

Fifteen year old Rose Marshall has been living in secret in the world that has been taken over by Vampires. In 2016 Vampires came out of hiding and attacked the world as Rose knew it. They killed her parents and her sister. Humanity has saved only the strongest teenagers and they are forced to train in the hidden Mundane Academy. When the Guardians find Rose, they take her back to The Academy. With the help of Alex, Rose is able to find the will to stay. Will Rose be able to find her humanity and help fight the war to take back her world? Or will she die fighting and become one of the ones that killed the thing she cared about most?

//"Are you ready?" Titanium breathed out. I wasn't sure what he was implying I was ready for and before I could string together a sentence to ask him what he meant, his hand snaked around my waist and he held me tight, close to his chest. Titanium scooped me up as though I was as light as a feather and rocketed into the sky. I let out a high pitched squeal, my adrenaline pumping. My emotions were a mix of excitement and fear. He wrapped his wings around us and started to spin around really fast making me slightly dizzy. He continued to twirl, slowing down and I noticed the symbols on his wings begin to glow creating a halo around us, like he'd accomplished something. He started to loosen his wings grip around us as he started his journey down to the seemingly awaiting crowd.// <When her past is suddenly revealed, Grey must navigate her way through this new unchartered territory and fight to reclaim her rightful home.>

A tangible adaptation of that which crosses my mind upon considering or remembering specific, mundane phenomena in my life.

For the teenage princess Sofie of Languid life in the big castle is always adventurous, funny and interesting. The special thing about this story is that it is completely improvised, meaning i won't be using an outline or anything. I'm just going to write and try to make the best story without planning ahead. Feel free to comment and tell me whatever you think of the story or the idea in general.

Seventeen year old Jess Wynter is psychic. But soon she finds out that she is much more than that,she is a Witch too! Now she has to help a Pack of Werewolves discover who is killing off random members of Packs and catch up on all the years she has lost learning of her Witchy ways! As she helps the Pack she finds the mystery of the murders tangled with a labyrinth of betrayal, lies and a plot much deeper than they could have ever expected.

This is a story about Jace Herondale (or Lightwood, Morgenstern or Wayland ... jeez, he has so many names...) and (Y/N) (L/N). If you haven't read the Shadowhunter Chronicles, be warned: This will be confusing and contain spoilers.

Synopsis: Asherah woke up, finding herself inside the operating room in the hospital. Having no recollections of how Asherah got herself there; Asherah felt baffled. "One more push, ma'am," said the nurse, standing beside her bed. Asherah glanced at the nurse, confused. "What do you mean?" "Just one more push and the child will finally come out, ma'am," the nurse said again. Asherah widened her eyes in utter shock. "But I'm gay?!" Asherah muttered, puzzled. [System: Congratulations to the host for the successful transmigration and for successfully birthing to a newborn child. Host is now a mother.] Asherah: What?! *** Content Tag: Gxg, Girl's love, Yuri, Transmigration, Scifi-fantasy. Warning: Story contains cursed words and mature content. Author's Note: I'm not a professional writer; do expect mistakes and errors. Created Date: October 5, 2022. Status: On-going.

¨𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩¨ ¨ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴏɪ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʜᴀᴍᴘɪʀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴꜱ, ꜱᴡᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪɢᴏɪ. ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴇᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪᴇꜱ... ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ¨ Based on the Tv series Vampire Academy

A compilation of the mundane life of a girl who exists in the same world as everyone else, yet feels that nobody truly connects with or understands her thoughts. Or perhaps that's simply her perception.

hey cutie sunshines, addie's back with a super boring work of art! x3 it's an all about meh slideshow in da form of le best story ever written - i hope u guys survive this mundane book and have a nice day beans! ovo -addie

A collection of the mundane.

'Sometimes, just being human isn't enough. There has to be more than just the mundane!' Is what I think some would say. No - right now - it's something that I know many would say. They always want to have a deeper meaning in their life than to eat, work, sleep and die. Which I get, honestly I do, but why do you want this? It's bewildering to see those who are desperate to become something more. They always make the same claims: "I know what I'm getting into", "It's never going to be that bad". But the sad truth that they are so blissfully blind to, is that they don't know what they're getting into and it is always that bad. Either it's this or to have meaning in someone else's life, something so profound that they could never let you get away. So much so that to be without you, is to not be at all. I could've been one of those people, this line of destiny could've been written in the stars for me - in a different realm perhaps. It would've been a matter of choice. Do I want to be something more? Be someone's life line? Or... be nothing? But I had no choice in that matter. Not even in the slightest. 'They' made it happen either way, with no regards to if I wanted it or not. And there was not a single thing that I could've done to stop it. The story you're about to embark was by no means an easy one, but maybe, just maybe, if you happen to find my life to be interesting, grotesque, unfair possibly even underwhelming then i do suggest that you keep an eye out. Have any unsolved cases at home? Shrouded in mystery with the beckoning call of all things supernatural? If so, I strongly suggest that if you go digging, be thoroughly prepared. I have gotten my fair share of pain on this path, one that I doubt any sane person would want. By the end of this, if you tags still want it, go on at full speed ahead. They're a lot closer than you think. -