Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
Abuse Is Not Alright!
You are playing on your laptop, socializing on FaceBook with your friends. You look at the clock on the wall.... Yep, you have a few minute still. But then you hear keys jingle in the door. He is home early! Frantically, you close the laptop and rush into the kitchen to get dinner started. Your heart is pounding because you worry if he is going to start screaming at you for not having dinner ready yet.
By Jacquelina Cain8 years ago in Humans
Regret
A couple years ago, my family and I sat around my grandfather as he told stories about his life. What he’s seen, what he’s done, how times have changed (specifically, the fact that he bought his first and only home for he and his bride for $11k... like what?). Anyways, towards the end of the night, he emphasized that “you’ll only regret the things you didn’t do.”
By Allisson Gera8 years ago in Humans
The Girl
I think about Laura every day. It's been just over six months but I still see her face whenever I close my eyes. It's true what they say; you really don't know what you've got until it's gone. I know I messed things up and I didn't treat her the way I should have. I know all that. And it's too late. But it doesn't mean I don't still love her.
By Kate Edwards8 years ago in Humans
Build Me Up Buttercup
Expressing any kind of angst, uneasiness or general anxiety can be difficult when you’re always concerned about bothering the other person with your problems. The constant worry of being a pain, a nuisance, or dramatic or starting a fight is a struggle that is too too real.
By Allisson Gera8 years ago in Humans
The Last Selfie
Steam billowed behind her through the open bathroom door. She tightened the towel across her chest and padded to the bedroom. The scent of furniture polish and Airwick mingled with the lingering scent of her bubble bath. She dabbed her pink skin gently with the towel and reached for the jar of La Mer on the thrift store dressing table she’d bought that morning. She breathed in it’s soft aroma. Half the jar was gone already, she’d have to use it sparingly in future. But tonight warranted something special. She massaged the lotion into her skin in slow circular motions. Her hands were tight and red, her shoulders ached, but every surface of the apartment gleamed. She closed her eyes and sighed with satisfaction. She wrapped herself in her cashmere robe and went into the living room, taking time to drink in the freshly vacuumed carpet and battered pine coffee table. Her eyes fell on the bottle - the only dusty thing left in her new home. She smirked as she remembered the day it was bought. The vendor in his white gloves guiding them through the maze of oak casks to the “special selection”- rows of dark dusty bottles lying in cushioned racks, and the crown jewel, resting in it’s own lined casket. The vendor hovered his hand over the bottle. He spoke with her husband in reverential tones about tannins and bouquets. She had stifled a yawn. This wasn’t how she had expected their honeymoon in Venice to be. The Vendor had explained that they could import specific dust to adorn the bottle. Her snort of laughter had been silenced by their glares. When they spoke of the price, she baulked.
By Hazel Hitchins8 years ago in Humans
The Storm
With each new day that passes… I get a new sense of the feeling “happy” with you. Happy for me used to be a sad emotion. I was just existing in a monochromatic world. Bland. I was used to just surviving the storm, thinking I wasn’t worthy, or the next tragedy was looming in the shadow of the light of my temporary smile.
By madison bartos8 years ago in Humans
Not Everyone You Love is Going to Leave You
I’m used to being abandoned. I’m used to being disappointed, let down, led on, and pushed to the side afterwards. At first, I was naive to it. I didn’t think people were intentionally trying to hurt me, but after awhile it started to feel like a casual joke. It was something that I just simply expected without much explanation. Why would anyone stick around and be there for me? First, it was the two father figures in my life — biological and adoptive. Maybe “father figure” is a bit lenient and generous to call the guys who were too selfish or cowardly to be there for me when their daughter needed them the most. Others were people who drifted into my life, embracing this grand entrance, and I thought that they were significant. As time progressed and disappointments turned into something regular, I stopped caring. I gave the people who abandoned me too many chances each time they came around. It’s like I never learned, because no matter what, I continued to see the best in people and believed in multiple chances. I had my heart broken and my soul burned. I felt like an idiot or a fool and I wanted to erase all of the precious time spent with those who took me for granted and walked away like it was the easiest thing in the world. Little did they know I had a huge heart, and I had so much love to give. Little did I know — they didn’t deserve any of that love. They didn’t deserve all my stories, all of my accomplishments, or getting to know the amazing, resilient person I was becoming. I was only resilient because of them and all the stupid letdowns they threw at me.
By Julia Busshardt8 years ago in Humans
