Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
In My Dreams
I close my book and set it on my nightstand. I’d spent the last 15 minutes rereading the same paragraph over and over. My mind was distracted from the events of the day. The argument with the stranger on the bus. Dropping my groceries all over the sidewalk after tripping over my two left feet. Then finally making it home to my sad eyed cat that I had completely forgotten to feed this morning.
By Jessica Briggs8 years ago in Humans
How I Ended a Pre-Abusive Relationship
Let’s get real honest. It is 3 PM on a Wednesday, I work in an hour and am sucking down the most delicious iced coffee, except this one is full of alcohol. I am drinking an hour before work. I just went to a store that I have a birthday gift card for and I did not leave with a single thing, although I loved everything. I’ve cried repeatedly, in my bed, in my car and once at the mere mention of Gilmore Girls. I also feel like crawling in a hole and going into a coma. This all might say something about my heart condition in this moment. My heart is a mess. In the words of Ed Sheeran “Oh I’m a mess right now, inside out.”
By Acasia Tucker8 years ago in Humans
To the Boys I Loved Before
To the boys I loved before, I’m glad you came into my life. I’m glad you came into my life at every stage as a different lesson. First, you were the boy who sat in front of me in grade four... five... six, you were my friend. At that age, I didn’t know what more people can be but we all had crushes. You were so cute and funny, you would ask me to help you out in math, or make jokes about the teacher and that to me was the best it could get. I was just in love with the idea of liking someone. But somewhere along the way you ended up liking my best friend, she was beautiful and I was just one of the boys. I was as heartbroken as an 11-year-old could’ve been. You taught me that the one you love isn’t guaranteed to love you back, you showed me for the first time that I wasn’t beautiful, that tomboys aren’t likable, that love was all about how you look. But that’s not your fault.
By Valerie Rose8 years ago in Humans
Dark Clouds Turn White
There was this beautiful young girl who existed at one time on this horrible planet we call our home. Her name was Liza. She was 17 years old with beautiful, straight dirty blonde hair, and she had greenish blue eyes. She was about five feet in height, and she was in between skinny and medium size in weight. She lived in Tampa, Florida but she moved to Mississippi not too long ago. When she moved to Mississippi she did not live with her parents. Instead, she lived with her aunt. Most people knew her as a girl who did not have a home. She wanted so bad to move somewhere and start a new life and have the most amazing little family, but no matter how hard she tried it just did not seem to happen. She was still in high school. She was almost finished with her junior year when she fell in love with her best friend. She did not only fall in love with him for his looks, but she fell in love with his words. The thing is that he knew she was and he did not use it against her, and he did not stop her. He did not even try to reject her love for him because he was falling in love with her too. Neither one of them had to tell each other how they felt because they could see it in their actions.
By Kasey Myers8 years ago in Humans
Memories
It is a frosty, mid-Autumn morning when I make the journey to my father’s house. We live almost a whole hour and thirty minutes apart. On the travel there, I give myself the usual pep talk about why am I doing this. "He is always forcing me to socialize with her," I begin. "To see if she (and, himself) can win over my approval. I do not mind it. She is an awfully nice girl — maybe a little too nice, even for him — but as for 'gaining my affection,' she is far from it."
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Humans
5 Sure Ways to Make Friends as an Adult
You’ve had the same group of friends since high school and you're the only one in your group who isn’t married with children? Between their kid's soccer practice and ballet recitals, your friends can hardly squeeze in the time to meet for a quick coffee, and on the rare occasions they do, you find yourself thanking your lucky stars for being single because all you’ve been listening to from the moment they sat down is how awful married life is. As much as you miss spending time with your friends, you're almost relieved when they have to go because let’s face it, there’s only a certain amount of negativity you can handle, and they’ve somehow managed to surpass that amount within the first five minutes of sitting down. You glance at your watch and can’t help but wonder to yourself, where would one make new friends when you're an adult and no longer in school? Making friends was a lot easier when you were growing up; it was almost second nature and didn’t require much thought. But making new friends when you're an adult sounds a lot harder than it really has to be. In fact, here are five easy ways you're sure to make new friends as an adult.
By Erika Potap8 years ago in Humans
