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Most recently published stories in Humans.
4 Years and a Moment
How many mistakes do you usually make before you decide things need to change? How long does it take you to realize something's gotta give? Sometimes it takes us years to fully take responsibility for our own screw-ups. Sometimes, it takes a lifetime, and by then it's too late. By the time you realize you're to blame for the pain and loneliness in your life, everyone you loved and cared about have already moved on.
By Jessi Davis8 years ago in Humans
The Men You Will Date as a Single Mother
***DISCLAIMER - I have not slept with/dated all of these men and introduced them to my child. This article is for ENTERTAINMENT purposes only!! If you are offended by anything you see here please refer to a dictionary and look up the word "entertainment." That being said it has an element of truth. You are not required to date all of these men and not all blondes are dumb. Thank you for your time.****
By Eve Tawfick8 years ago in Humans
Sign of the Times
You never know how much you truly love someone until they’re gone. Esme was the love of my life for as long as I could remember. After high school we got an apartment together, which was the best choice I’ve ever made. She was the happiest girl in the world. She’d always have her long brown hair tied up into a bun on the top of her head. Her bright blue eyes would shine with excitement whenever she was with me. She was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
By Julia Barker8 years ago in Humans
A Healthy Relationship
I have always been as girl to search out love. I'm most happiest when I am able to love and be loved. However, besides the few guys who weren't total assholes, I have attracted more than my share of the abusive, narcissistic types. Looking back, I realized I had never been in a healthy relationship. Whether it was because I was unhealthy or my partner was, it didn't matter the results were the same.
By Tara Brown8 years ago in Humans
Compersion
We were just kids back then. Me at nineteen and he was 20, I was four months pregnant but no one could tell in my tight fitting strapless wedding dress that cost a mere 200 dollars for at a local bridal store. The wedding was small and inexpensive. We paid for the wedding for the most part ourselves since neither sets of parents had money. The groom's mother paid for my dress and my parents paid for the flowers. We got married in his mother's church his side of the chapel was full and my side had some. We had a modest reception and a church my father had gone to growing up and we spent the night at a hotel that was lovingly paid for by his sister.
By Netta Jamieson8 years ago in Humans
Hooks
I walked out with my feet throbbing and my head banging from the music that surrounded each and every person. The lights made contact with my eyes almost instantly, and wincing as inevitable. Imagine waking up after a long surgery, and the light shines straight in your eyes. That was the feeling. My suede heels guided me through the hall towards the open door. I looked around at the timeless photos of parties of years before, weddings, anniversaries, and the occasional class reunion. As each photo got older, I could feel the rush of air blasting me from the winter weather outside. The bite of jack frost felt good as the sweat from dancing seemed to dry. My bandage dress was no match for the ice box feeling of the outdoors, but I wasn't trying to fight it. I made my way to the opening of the venue, and in front of me stood two dark oak doors that seemed like they weighed a million pounds. The designs of each door screamed "ancient" and "classical", something out of the manors of Downton Abbey. As I walked through these wooden behemoths, the chilliness seeped right into my body, the hot breath making little clouds out of my nose and mouth. The doors led right out onto stairs that showed me to a little path, surrounded by the snow and leaves that signify the transition of fall into a cold winter. It was calming, standing under the stars and breathing in the thin air that stung as it was inhaled. In that moment, I remembered why I had come out here in the first place. To run away from the person I could never have. Have you ever wanted something so bad, and known you could never have it? It makes you want the item all the more. Just like the one cookie before dinner or getting into your dream school when they want a 4.0 and you have a 3.0. That was this feeling. In that party there was a person who instantly filled my head, something about them drew me to them, and it wasn't something I could control. The way they strayed away from the crowd and I dove right into it. The way that I had to look up at them to get a real detailed look at their face. Even with my heels I had to take a step back and admire it. Then after, I remembered why I couldn't have them, and why I shouldn't want them. The hurt they caused me, and how they tried to catch the fish, caught it, and let it go before taking the hook out. I turned around and looked back at the building, the multi-color lights shining through the aged windows. The ground seemed to bounce along with the music. My eyes made my way to the Downton Abbey doors, and in the doorway stood a figure I didn't think I'd see. I stood back onto the snow in my heels as the figure made their way out as well. Crossing over to the opposite side of the entrance, they stepped onto the brick path and onto a cleared off bench. The figure sat down and took a deep breath, the big cloud of breath that formed in the air proved it. I slowly stepped back onto the path avoiding the lone sticks around my feet for fear of stepping on one and gaining attention from the loud crack. My feet made their way to the entrance without a glance from the figure. As I stepped onto the first step, I seemed to forget that high heels were possibly the loudest inventions in women footwear. The figure glanced over my way and realized they had company.
By Samantha Cabbil8 years ago in Humans
