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Most recently published stories in Humans.
Toxic People
We’ve all encountered a toxic person in our lives at one time or another. Whether it’s a family member, someone at the grocery store, a coworker, a friend you’ve had since 3rd grade, or perhaps your romantic partner. Either way, whether you know them now or if you meet them later in your life, they are bad news and will drain you physically, mentally, and emotionally if you allow them to.
By Bianca Ebako8 years ago in Humans
Happily Ever After
Happily ever after didn’t exist for her, though she inwardly craved it, even in its most realistic of manifestations. Oh, she’d already met her knight in shining armor. She knew it wasn’t a father complex though he was twenty-seven and a half years her senior, her birthday being on November fourth, his being on July fourth. Well, someone had to be born then, she thought before looking in the mirror. For all that she was curvy, she didn’t see it. She just didn’t see her appeal. Were she someone to view herself the way she viewed him, she’d see the paunch that came from years of eating her feelings and two miscarriages was pleasantly plump and that a lot of what she labeled grotesque fat was relaxed muscle. She just couldn’t see how any man could crave it. She was proud enough of her large breasts and her round butt. Even her thighs, of late, were acceptable. But she could not get past her gut. Formosa, which had that connotation of pleasingly curvy, would be what an Italian man would say of her. It would fall on deaf ears. She thought anyone who found her beautiful daft and was convinced that no man she found attractive would feel the same. That was, ever since him. He had high cheekbones, arched eyebrows, a square jawline, slim lips that in no way detracted from his appeal (rather went with it), and a scent and grin that drove her mad in the best way. Even his gray hair only added to the overall effect of making her need a drool bucket whenever she thought of him. He was a dad and that just made him a DILF. She kept a picture of him in her bedside drawer. This was her fantasy man, except he was all too real.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Humans
Why Do Men Keep Giving Me Dogs?
This isn't my first rodeo, and by rodeo I mean divorce. I wish I could say I was like my Grandparents and I was still married to the same man, but we just got divorced and took breaks when we were pissed off at one another. But, no. I've been married and divorced before. What's different this time is we have children. What is the same is that both men bought me a dog a few months before asking for a divorce.
By Mandy Ever8 years ago in Humans
Being Transgender
At the age of 7, I asked my mum to start calling me Craig and got very upset when she refused to. I played house with myself and was always the dad of the family. My brother's clothes doubled up as my own, I only played with the boy Bratz dolls and amidst all of this I really, really, really wanted short hair. The signals were around from a very young age, but I didn't put all of the jigsaw pieces together for a long time.
By Gabriel Shippam8 years ago in Humans
He Was Hers First
One of my dearest friends, a person I have known for so many years, my best friend, is a guy. Back when I was in high school, I had the pleasure of attending a brand new high school my senior year. It actually wasn’t a pleasure at all. I hated it at first, but I ended up making some lifelong friends. One of my absolute favorite people is my friend Derek.
By iHeart Nelle8 years ago in Humans
My Love
This is the story of how I met my husband. I was 19 years old. I was visiting my best friend in her town. Her family and I decided to go to the lake. We ran into a group of people her uncle knew. Well, after a while, we decided to jump into the water, clothes and all. I normally don't like swimming in lake water, but I said the heck with it, I'm having fun! About thirty minutes in, I decided to get out. We walk to the car so I can grab a cigarette. As we were walking back to the camper, we noticed this handsome young man standing by the door talking to her uncle.
By Carol Forsyth8 years ago in Humans
How to Find The "ME" In "TEAM"
I am a mother to five children and two dogs in a high-octane, "Fast and Furious" franchise family. My husband is a musician by day, afternoon, evening, night, I guess whenever it calls for it. When I married him, I had no clue what I was getting myself into. This, unfortunately, called for many nights of being the parent to set aside a lot of stuff that I wanted to do and make sure that the family was first.
By Dana Bradford-Majors8 years ago in Humans
Friendly Issues
When you make a new friend, it's a wonderful feeling. You learn new things and have new experiences with this friend, expanding your mind to possibilities, opportunities, hobbies, and more. You usually don't think that with any person you call your friend, that anything truly bad will happen to your friendship. Sure, you'll have spats and disagreements every now and again; but that's normal. But what about when something happens that destroys the friendship? How do you know if it's your fault or not, and regardless which, what do you do?
By Savana Verret8 years ago in Humans
Meeting My Soul Mate
I never thought I would ever find anyone. I've had a few boyfriends throughout high school, but I never really clicked with any of them. I thought something was wrong with me. I thought I was unloveable. I thought "Maybe I am just weird?" For 18 years, I never felt like I belonged. I never thought I could ever fit in, until I met her.
By Chantel St.Croix8 years ago in Humans
For You
The yellow lines on the highway sped by in a blur, and we flew through the night, and we felt free. But we weren't, and we knew it. We were running away from something and running away was never the path to freedom. I thought about telling John to turn back. I thought about suggesting to undo what we had done. I looked at him, only seeing his face when lights from passing cars lit up his strong features. His sharp jawline. His full lips. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. The little wave his hair made above his forehead. He was focused on the road. I wish I could tell what was going through his head. How he was feeling. The pain in his chest and it's severity. I reached out to touch his hand as he started to cry. I knew what we had just done was a life changing decision. I could tell he was heartbroken by the silent sobs escaping in the dark. Whimpers and gasps of sadness. Maybe even delight. We were still wearing our tuxedos. Mine, a navy blue. His, white like the roses at the reception. He was still wearing his engagement ring. Traditionally a ring for a woman, but after planning the wedding for two years, it was decided John would wear the diamond and his fiance would wear the ring meant for the male of the occasion. I started to wonder why he hadn't taken it off yet. He had plenty of time when I voiced my opinion at the aisle. Breaking the silence after the father said, "...or forever hold your peace." Plenty more time as we ran away from his family and family-in-law to be. So why was it still wrapped around the finger that lead to the heart. Was there an ounce of regret I didn't feel but he did? Did he still love her? His girlfriend of eight years and fiance of two? No. He left her at the altar. He stopped loving her four years ago when he met me. So why is he still wearing it? I didn't ask, because it didn't seem like the right time. So I tried to distract myself with the stars above us. I concentrated hard and tried to make out any constellations. The first one I discovered was Orion. I then focused on each individual star. Starting with Beetlejuice. One of the stars on Orion's belt. When I felt a tap on my shoulder bring me back to Earth. Back to the Oregon forest we were traveling through. John wasn't looking at me, but moved his hand from my shoulder to my lap. His hand curled up like he was carrying water. John's hand unfurled like a rose blossoming in the spring. A white and golden rock attached to a platinum ring was sitting on his palm. "For you," he said. I hesitated but picked up the expensive gift. I held the precious gem meant for another. It wasn't as heavy as the feeling I got thinking about what we had done. I have stolen another's lover, I was a thief. I was selfish. But, on the other hand, I was madly in love. And John was madly in love with me. The second he got engaged, he saw the perfect opportunity to escape what he thought he wanted to actually be with his soulmate. Me. The one. His other half, split from him when Zeus believed humans were too powerful. Whether we were on the path to paradise or damnation, I'm glad it's with him. I rolled down my window, allowing the cold air to chill our skin and bones and tossed the key that had opened the last door in the way of John's happiness. We had a bright future ahead of us. Little did I know that was just headlights heading right in our direction.
By Mensur Hamzabegović8 years ago in Humans
