humanity

Humanity begins at home.

It was the switching time
The siren ending the 8 hours shift echoed all over the warehouse, it was the switching time, around 6 pm all the workers ending stood up from the chairs and the platform to let the next group kick off their shift which will last till 5 am.
By Emanuel5 years ago in Families
M
Another month went by; she woke up with teary eyes once again. The pain was so that she wanted to disappear into her imaginary world—a life she had created in the past few months where she could, once again, feel joy and happiness.
By Amélie Pimont5 years ago in Families
Oanna's Departure
“Why is daddy walking so fast?” Khai was having a hard time trying to keep up with his father. It was difficult to walk as fast with his little legs. Maybe they were running late. They were on their way to see Khai’s big sister Oanna before she leaves for her long trip, and Khai didn’t want to miss her. So he was doing his best not to slow his father down.
By Maxime Garant-Amyot5 years ago in Families
Two Books In My Pocket
I never really knew Uncle Jack. I do remember that he was fun to be around. There was plenty of laughing. And drinking. Actually in my family there was also plenty of fighting. And there was one particular fight that cut him off from me right when it would’ve been nice to have him in my young life. He was my father’s uncle, my grandpa’s little brother. And what happened between Grandpa and my Great Uncle Jack is a story for another writing. Of course it was petty. These things always are. Suffice to say, we had to essentially cut ties with him so as not to alienate Grandpa. But by then he was living in Los Angeles and had started seeing success as a novelist. I always liked him, although I really didn’t remember much about him.
By Yvette Hargis5 years ago in Families
40 is only the beginning
In 2018 I reached a milestone in my life and tuned forty. For a long, long time I have been dreading this moment in my life ince I hit the age of 30.
By Lynsey A. Johnson5 years ago in Families
Jalil's Story
Jalil sat, leaned against the cold brick wall at the far end of Chisolm park; his knees to his chest, head in his hands, doing his best to keep passerby’s from seeing his tears and heaving chest, the obvious outward signs of his sobbing. He wasn’t sure he could withstand the ridicule he felt would inevitably come from seeing one of the neighborhoods cool guys crying like a baby. He closed his eyes, tried not to think any more about the people that may or may not see him in this state and let his mind drift back to the last time he and his twin sister, Mya, came to Chisolm park together.
By Charles Marsden5 years ago in Families
Boxes
It had been at least 24 years since her grandmother had passed, and though her mother’s passing left a fresh cut to her soul, it seemed the one left by her grandmother was still more raw, less healed and less likely to heal, even with time.
By Amanda Renee Thomas5 years ago in Families
The antiques and the collector
Antiques. My favorite thing in the world. Antiques are my way of connecting with history, the richness it beholds, the secrets that can be told. But in my town, the history runs short. Where everyone knows everyone, the things they value, no longer hold meaning, and most times they end up here.
By Kim Namjoon5 years ago in Families
Lean In
Lean In Susie just couldn’t believe her luck. Her head was spinning. She walked a bit slower now, moving closer to the coffee shop, reflecting on the path that led her to this point. She knew her written words held great content but she wasn’t sure if there would be any public interest in the whole package. Its a great book filled with scrumptious details with tasteful variety. The participants ranged in age, status and came from various walks of life. Not surprisingly, some were hesitant to allow her to share their stories and information. Honestly though, they really had no true choice. These were Susie’s stories as much as theirs. She was there at the beginning. Developing the relationships, finding the right elements, tested the the boundaries and she was definitely responsible for the experiences that ensued from this knowledge. Susie brought a lot of these scripts to life.
By Theresa Jackson5 years ago in Families
Guide Me, Mama
I told Biyi to meet me in the Munchies restaurant at Ilupeju. He said that there was something uneasy about the way I sounded, but I insisted nothing was wrong. It was a lie. Something strange had happened.
By Oluwanifemi Maxwell5 years ago in Families
KOA
It was rather ironic that the waves of nostalgia crept in when I was doing what I loved most in the world. Sitting out here on my faithful old logger, I turned my head to the far right and could just make out the dozens of well-oiled machines that had begun to pop up all over the headland. These were the mechanical monstrosities that had begun tearing down the centuries old ‘shacks’ that held so much history and many secrets. Within the blink of an eye, the surf shacks that had provided so many occupants over the years with a sense of security and serenity were gone. Lost to developers and mining magnates who were waiting for their approval to be granted which would allow them to drill into our precious ocean for oil and goodness knows what else.
By Sarah Lechte5 years ago in Families
Somni Prologue
“What’s past is prologue,” Professor Dallwood turns back to us, “even Shakespeare knew then that we could affect the future,” she says brightly, “even your final grade if you’ve gotten started on that final paper,” on that flat note everyone jumps to gather their belongings bustling to shuffle to the next part of the day.
By A’Moor_Creative5 years ago in Families