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Most recently published stories in Humans.
Your Love is Mine
The sun blew its rays upon me, leaving a trail of brown kisses along my bare skin. I revelled in the heat; it was beautiful. Birds flew overhead, their cries echoing through my ears while I lay facing the warped silhouettes entangled above me. Sun rays tried to evade the leaves that blocked the path to my face, dodging the twisted twigs and branches, the sun was determined to reach its destination. The sudden call of my name caused me to sit up to look for the person that matched the voice.
By Konichi cat8 years ago in Humans
Your Partner May Not Be Your Soulmate
One topic I have always found interesting is the idea of soulmates — that mushy gushy term for that perfect match, the ultimate connection that is so powerful it’s as though each soul was constructed for the other. Why do I find this interesting? It's far too romanticized. It makes people give up on love far too easily. It makes people believe the other is missing the correct connections to align with their idea of what a soulmate should be. I, for one, have been with the same person for eleven years. We met when we were 17-years-old and have made it through almost every possible good and bad scenario a couple could go through. We have been told time and time again that we are soulmates, two people absolutely made for each other in every way. Are we soulmates? I know we didn't exactly meet that definition when we first met. We loved each other, that was very obvious, but we were missing a few of the connections that so-called “soulmates” are pegged to have. We disagreed on a large variety of topics, we liked different things, and we also had to put a lot of work into our relationship to make it survive.
By Brandi Cullins8 years ago in Humans
4 Rules to Get over an Evil Ex
Every girl comes to a point where she gets her heart broken by some one she's loved, it doesn't matter if it is a guy or girl, who really doesn't give a crap about her. That's what we usually consider an evil ex because they wasted your time, leading you on and left you stuck with a broken heart. Now I am going to tell you four rules to get over that evil ex that I have given myself and has worked.
By Melina Encarnacion8 years ago in Humans
To Rent or To Own
I’ve learned a lot over the past few years, you can’t just let people run in and out of your life. That’s letting them continuously take from you with nothing in return. Now as females when it comes to relationships, we are very guilty. We let men come into our lives, asking what can we bring to a broken table. So, here’s a scenario my granddad told me that I want you to think about; and the big question is, “Are you to RENT or to own?”
By La’Quisha Brown8 years ago in Humans
Untrue Love (Part Two)
I had left off with Mark, my ex-fiance and high school sweetheart. The story was rather morbid, possibly leading you, the reader, to believe that our relationship was all bad. It really wasn't. He had some redeeming qualities and we had a lot of good times. So before I dive into the Part Two and start telling you about Blake, I want to share some positive qualities about Mark.
By Jennifer R8 years ago in Humans
Things To Remember When Dating a Single Mom
As some of you may know from my previous post "Mom 2.0," I recently became the full time guardian for three of my grandchildren. I am a single, and now I am once again a mother. This can and has created some new issues when it comes to my social and romantic life.
By Christina Gonzalez8 years ago in Humans
Dating a Hmong Boy
Many years ago, it was wrong to date or marry someone that isn't the same race as you. It was even considered illegal until 1967. The case that led interracial marriage to being legal was Loving vs. Virginia, when a white man and a black woman got married in 1958 and even spent a year in jail for it. Thankfully, marriage between different races are legal and in the 21st century, there are many interracial relationships throughout the world.
By Stephanie Megill8 years ago in Humans
My First Crush: From the Book of Memories
Yes, I was 16. A mass server. My friend was 17. He, too, a mass server. But girls excited us in no small measure. It was that age, where once you were done writing your final high school examination, you became a regular guest at the cafés, a time we kept leafing through the internet, ransacking yahoo chat rooms and uploading new photos to your Hi5 profile. Now, if you don't know Hi5, call me uncle. We rolled together. We had ample time. He seemed to know lots of girls. I could never tell how. I never complained. Why would I? For some reason, all of the girls tended to warm up to me more. I’d never be able to tell why. Perhaps they thought I was shy, and felt good about oppressing me with relentless attention. Head down, I’d assess them only when they were not looking, and if we made a detour to their house next time, I’d have shed the entire weight of my shyness, and spit a good game. I'd grow some balls. Trust, me, I was born funny, and those were days when just being able to make a girl laugh her ass off was enough. They’d honor your visits with chewing gum, share their snacks with you.
By MICHEAL ADENIYI8 years ago in Humans
