Normality Stories

Carol Sinclaire is a thirteen-year-old girl with an unknown past, trying her best to live a normal life in today's society for the first time. As she begins to adjust to a world that feels unfamiliar in ways she cannot fully explain, fragments of her past start to surface in quiet, unsettling ways. Not many people know what lies behind her silence-and even fewer get close enough to ask the wrong questions. Is she simply a girl trying to move forward? Or is there something buried beneath her memories that refuses to stay hidden? Some truths don't need to be spoken to be dangerous. And some pasts never truly stop existing. NA: It's the first book I'm writing in English, It's not my first language, so I might have mistakes.

Is it normal to write a book about normal on Wattpad?

From the dark corners to the brightest skies of my mind, this is a book of terrifying, hard to face reality, insane, wonderful, dull thoughts. I take requests on what you would like thoughts on or what to I would like me to shed some light on.

Aurora is a young girl, locked up in a building and living a life without color. She can't remember how she got here, what she does know is she isn't considered normal. Normal in her world are people who obey every command and do as their told. They always follow instructions, no matter what. Aurora is considered abnormal so, she lives in the ASRC. It stands for Abnormal Society Recovery Center. Aurora is told that if she does everything they say she'll be normal again, but at what cost?

Dystopian setting - individuals unable to see the truth beside the character speaking the monologue. Eye opening solo part describing the clockwork nature of modern day society.

A poem I wrote for a class assignment. :)

The 2180s were a wild time. The rampant starvation and the newly rediscovered (after about 80 years) disregard for human life made for the resurgence of the Hunger Games, these named in honor of a popular fiction series from a couple of centuries ago. They featured people killing each other in the pits with forks and old orange bricks for a chance to win food for their families.

Amber is a sophomore at North Shore high school she has a perfect life is a perfect family and perfect friends everything seem to be going so perfect for her But not everything went perfect for her One day walking down the hall something might change for her... For good or bad

A thing I'll throw stuff to when I feel like writing something different or I write something for something else that i think could go here.

Paris, New France, European Republic: Victoria Bellrose has had a simple calm life. She has no drama with anyone at Montveira Academy. Well, maybe with Xander Montala. "The Guy" of the academy and the most vile human ever. Life carries on until she encounters two girls. Both independent in their own ways, both with a certain shade of red for hair. Both holding secrets that can destroy and strengthen Victoria's life. On her eighteenth birthday, everything shatters in a dive of showering glass, fire, blood, and magic. She is saved by her enemy and savior. She is saved by a group of warlocks that both give her reasons fear and praise them. With no means she is bounded to one the warlocks of the coven, a bound of hatred and love. He seems to see something in her. Something that isn't love or friendship or hatred. Soon she finds that she has new family and that an evil is hunting her and the beast she is bounded with. The beast has latched onto the beauty of Salem blood...

This is just a list of short stories i'm working on

Grace is friendzoned, James has made a mistake, No one understands Cassy and Delilah and Trent...well they have paranormal problems...love and friendship may work well but when no one really expresses how they feel, things can get rather tangled up. There are MANY sides to this story and as you go through reading the different chapters you'll meet and see people through their different eyes. The narrations change between characters by touch or via technology. However there is one exception that breaks this rule (keep your eyes peeled for it). There are various plots going on so hope you enjoy reading it, I enjoy writing it.

This is exactly what it is, a diary. A collection of thoughts poured into a digitalized space. But you don't care about REAL, real-life do you? The entries made in this book are either hyperbolized, splashed with a bit of sci-fi, or just plain dunked in cheesiness.

Captured by one of their own... Yet clueless as to why. Captured but never truly free. Her normality is a paved road: is comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow. Damaged and dangerous. Armed and dominant. Guess you can say it runs in the family. ~~~~~~~~~~~~£~~£~~~~~~~~~~~ " Who are you? " I asked with fear hiding behind the shaft of confidence barley noticeable. " Demon to some. Angel to others. " He says with the tilt of his head. " What do you want from me? " " Not what I want, it's what the Archangels want.. " " The Archangels..? What kind of fuckery is this? You think you're funny? " " No, just come with me and I'll sh-" " The hell I will... I'm going to ask you one more time... Who are you and what do you want? " " I'm an angel with black wings. A crooked halo. I've fallen from heaven and been through hell. Your father, the commander and chief of all fallen angels, is... Retiring. And you're next in line doll. " " Mhm.. Ok. And who did you piss off to get casted out of heaven? " " By the one and only Gabriel himself... Who else? " " Right... Well you're gonna have to prove yourself. Are you an angel? " " I'm no angel. He made sure of that. And How? My wings and powers we're stripped from me. " " Fine. Who's my father? " " Gabriel.. " " The one that cast you out of heaven? " " Mhm.." " What does he want with me? " " To take over... To fight the battles he's been fighting since you were born... But now that you're old enough, you can protect yourself. " " How? I've never even shot a gun. " " You don't need a weapon when you were born one. " " And if I say no? " " Really? You're only as innocent as the horns hanging up your halo. So don't... We all have our demons. " " Ok whatever... How would you know? I've been in the dark for a long time... I've been scared and terrified for along time. There's always been something wrong with me. But you? You merely adopted darkness... I was born into it. "

i write philosophy and poetry in here ~<3 mason