Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
Wasting Mascara on Another Breakup
I am bitter toward those who can easily withstand storms like a tree firmly rooted in the earth. My fingers spread into the earth, trying to grab ahold of anything to keep a tight hold on, and each time it takes more effort to cling on until I simply don’t want to exert myself any longer.
By Rachel Beck8 years ago in Humans
Crashes Through Houses
As a single mom on the online dating scene, I had my fair share of bad dates. There were some real doozies. There was the one where he showed up looking like a completely different person than his profile pic; as in different build, different hair color, different face, etc. The one where he was wearing white athletic socks with black dress shoes and shorts. There was the one where he took me to an art exhibit and the artist happened to be one I’d posed nude for in college. There was the one were I got way too drunk and woke up in a huge house with an airplane parked out back, but it turned out it wasn’t his house or his airplane. I think the one that stands out, though, is the one my friends and I still refer to as “Mr. Crashes Through Houses.” We’ll call him Crash.
By Amy Doodle8 years ago in Humans
Never Date a Kangaroo
It’s always trivial when a man brings you to an ethnic restaurant of his said culture, and openly speaks a language you don’t understand to other guests in the dining room. If I had the option to redefine rude, I would file this under the description without blinking. This happened to me on a first date with a total stranger, and I have to say although the food was great, I left with a bad taste in my mouth. Finding out that he was trying to invite our waitress to have a threesome with us later that evening is a whole other story. Kudos to him for thinking he could make it that far, though.
By Melissa Santell8 years ago in Humans
She Is the Sun, I Am the Moon
Do you like roller coasters? They are exhilarating, yet frightening. With all the tight turns, steep slopes, twists, and loops, it can be overwhelming. Being a girl like this, is like riding the fastest, fiercest roller coaster. A roller coaster of emotions, pretending, and sometimes not feeling good enough.
By Bryanna Burshnick8 years ago in Humans
At First I Thought I Loved Her!
Glory be to God — but it’s Gloria I’m writing about, and it’s a little scary! We first met at Universal City, where Gloria had a bit-part in a film and I was hoping to interview a feisty English actress for a US magazine. I was very taken by Gloria when I first saw her. She had a great figure with incredible legs and dark eyes that drew you to her in the hope that one might discover a little more about this amazing woman.
By Phil Rowan8 years ago in Humans
Innocent
My ex-boyfriend broke into my house and slept with my best friend when I was on vacation with my mother and brother. Now that I've gotten your attention, I'll add in that we were just at the tender age of fourteen; I was mere months older than both of them, I had been "dating" (loose definition here, as the farthest we'd ever gone was hand-holding) this boy for about four months, and this friend had lived with me when her aunt kicked her out of her own home just before her birthday, and had only just returned at the start of the new school year, a process that was a bit less than a year. I didn't know betrayal had roots so deep until I got that fateful phone call from my father alerting me to what he had come home to. I had left for a long weekend with my mother and my brother, leaving my father at our family home. This was the one detail I had neglected to mention to them when excitedly detailing my plans, as it was my belief up until the last second that he would be coming with us, but alas, work got in the way. I was four hundred miles away when my phone rang, my father's number flashing on my screen, and I picked up immediately. He told me what he had walked into, and asked if I had known anything about it, which I did not. To my knowledge she, and only she, was going to hide out in my open backyard until her aunt came to pick her up from our middle school, as my home is within walking distance and hers was a fair distance away, which had happened countless times before, and was okay by my parents. I was rather heated as I got off the phone when a text came through.
By Rebecca Williams8 years ago in Humans
