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Most recently published stories in Humans.

Humidity and Agony
Thump thump thump The band plays its next jolly tune that echoes through the sky, but you only feel your pulse pounding to the sound of the bass. Draped lights in the background against the contrast of the dark makes the beaming colors blurry and you shrug it off. The glass of champagne is a floating life savor: it gives you something to hold to signal to seas of socialites that you don't need to talk to anyone at the moment—you are preoccupied with looking presentable at the open bar.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Humans
My Worst Date
It was winter time. Cold and dreary. I was 19 years old and twice over a new mother. I had found out my boyfriend of four years had been cheating on me with his sister's best friend. I had thought he was out working many nights when, in fact, they were sleeping together and staying in his car those nights. I was devastated. My youngest was just a few months old.
By Kimberly Reed8 years ago in Humans
"It Ripples Like the Deepest Ocean"
"Am I doing this right?" Ralph says as she looks up at Jay. "Yeah babe, you're doing amazing-" Jay manages to let out as he's moaning.
By Lauren Gonzalez8 years ago in Humans
How I Cured a Date's Erectile Dysfunction
#MyWorstDate A cute guy struck up a conversation with me while we were climbing the bouldering routes at the gym. Good beginning, right? Yeah, that’s where the story peaks.
By Suzannah Weiss8 years ago in Humans
Toxic Relationships: What Are They and How to Get Help
Toxic relationships really are more than common these days, especially within young adults 16-24, the statistics say that more than 60% of young adults are in toxic relationships (physically abusive or psychologically abusive, or both).
By Izzy Somerville8 years ago in Humans
Whole
4 am – yes 4:00 – it was what my alarm said in a flashy pink color I adored when it actually showed 6 am and not some ridiculously early time of the morning. I bet it had been simply another shitty night during which I had remained sleepless. I had stopped counting them, not only because I had lost count of them, but mostly in order not to be more depressed than what I already felt. It was quite usual for me to wake up during the night, it also explained why I owned more books than clothes. When I couldn't sleep, I used to read, and read, until I fell asleep again – when it actually happened. It was my escape. It gave me some hope. I'd never been someone who believed in fairy tales. I'd learned when I was quite young that fairy tales didn't exist. Reading gave me a way to be someone else, another person with a perfect life in a world where everything ended well. I envied these girls with perfect curves, a social life and an handsome man they weren't supposed to meet.
By Diana Sol8 years ago in Humans
How Many Genders Are There?
In recent years a new fad has come about involving the switching of genders. This requires no surgical procedure, nor any basic biological knowledge, just the desire to be labelled as different.
By Alfie Ayres8 years ago in Humans
My High School Sweetheart
The only reason I knew about him was through my friend, who was crushing hard on him. She had it really bad for some reason, but I didn't really pay much attention, since that was typical for her. It followed through high school, when the two were on and off again. She talked about him, complaining to me when I when to visit, and I ended ripping his baby picture! That was a little insane, but I thought he was probably a jerk, since I only cared about hearing her side of the story.
By Camellia .8 years ago in Humans
I Got Super Lucky at Sixteen to Meet the Man of My Dreams
I know, I know, at sixteen, how can you know? But I knew from the first kiss he was it. I also know how cliché this sounds from that "first kiss" I knew. He was just different, he cared about not only how I felt, but how I experienced things with him. He didn't have much money, as we were both focusing on just finishing high school but he made the most out of our days together. My mother always said "marry the man who will climb mountains for you," well this guy had no car so he biked thirteen miles to my house twice a day for seven days just to spend maybe three hours with me. Was he it? He went from helping me clean my childhood room to being the only person who wanted to stick around.
By Aemanda Coffey8 years ago in Humans
This Is What You Came For
This Is What You Came For 2/1/2018 We broke up in February 2016 in the most horrible way, just few days shy of Valentines day, AND shortly after i had given him $150 towards his light bill. You see, although he claimed to “love” me, I didn’t have my own place, an amazing job, or a car and I could tell he was growing tired of having to be a man and take care of himself by himself. He couldn’t use me. It didn’t matter that I was faithful, truly cared about him and his opinions, and that, when I wasn’t with him, I was thinking of him. None of that mattered. You see, he was a 35 year old drug dealer from the hood and I was a 22 year old dental receptionist from the suburbs. He was the beast that jumped at prey and opportunity and I was the naive, lonely, broken hearted girl looking for real love. For a while we existed together, bound tightly by passion, excitement, and the sheer thrill of a new thing. Happiness lived between us until the night I had the audacity to go out with my girls after he had caught “feelings” for me. At first it was “Ok. have fun, hmu later” text messages but an hour later I was getting abusive paragraphs filled with bitch, hoe, and dick sucking. I got my party on and woke up the next day shocked and pissed at first, then hurt and sad then flattered and relieved that he was so scared of losing me that he couldn’t control himself. So with me being naive, as I mentioned earlier, he apologized and I forgave. Sadly though, after that even with all the bending and compromising I tried to do for him, every time we had a disagreement I became that bitch and hoe again and I took it, 1) because I cared about him and 2) because I believe in making up and fixing things not just giving up. So come February–7 months in, I believe–he’s acting as if we’d been married 10 years and I’m that can’t-get-it-right housewife that needs to be verbally chastised everyday. I couldn’t understand why, every time I tried to do what he said, things just got worse.
By Tee Marie8 years ago in Humans
Captain Creeper
I've always been put off by the idea of dating, I'm more of a "love at first sight" kind of person. My friends and family often poked fun at this, believing me overly selective. They thought if a guy seemed nice and was reasonably attractive, that I should,"stop being such a snob and give him a chance." Let me be clear, I wasn't a gold digger or excessively shallow type, but I didn't want to waste time with anyone with whom I didn't share that special spark! I suppose my friend's lectures eventually wore me down though, priming me for the events I'm about to share.
By Serene Meadow8 years ago in Humans
Interpersonal Dissonance
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” Jaime asked Monte while looking at the small blue house that was surrounded by weeds. The deformed plants were desperately trying to be flowers and she wondered who owned this house and if the weed jungle was a conscious decision.
By Roland Davila8 years ago in Humans