Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
Colorless
The flowers died on Monday. The nurses tried to take them away, but I wouldn’t let them. How could I? He brought them for me. He knew how dark and lonely this room had become for me. He knew I was feeling low. So he brought me a little something to make me smile.
By Rhea Jones8 years ago in Humans
Best Gifts for Your Boyfriend's Family for Under $30
We all know that gift giving is torturous, even the sound of it brings anxiety to almost anyone. Most of us don't know what people really like. Are they into scented candles? What about decorative dinner utensils? The worst is coming across what that person already has, or what they're not entirely interested in. That's why gift giving is difficult. But, it doesn't have to be!
By Jacqueline Hanikeh8 years ago in Humans
Why The "Beta" Male Is The Better Male...
I have come to notice as a woman that the majority of other women seem to want to go for the "Alpha" male, as far as physical attraction goes. The "Alpha" male is the big, buff "let's go to the gym" sort and most women seem to lose their shit over these kinds of men. You see it all over in the media, whether it be on the internet or magazine covers or even, as I saw recently on a calendar, to support local charities. I have nothing personal against big, buff, burly men, however, they're simply not my type. At all.
By Amethyst Pearson8 years ago in Humans
Ghost Story
There’s a breeze coming in off the ocean. The fog is rolling in like ghosts, reminding me of the specter the man I slept beside last night will soon be. Gooseflesh coils up my arms like a forest fire. It’s the 8th day of counselor training, I walk into the dining hall some kind of seven am, red eyed, black coffee awful. I’m wearing a tasseled crop top, bleached booty shorts. My shoulder length hair is done up some kind of backwoods beauty queen. Discount mascara is painted over my infected eye. A mosquito bit me on my eyelid yesterday. The man from the night before told me that it’s because the insects thought my eyes were pretty too. He told me some things were too beautiful to resist. I’m more sunburnt than tan, my face looks like I’m always anime blushing, so when I walk in and the entire dining hall goes silent, none of the other counselors can see the blood rushing to my face. They stare anyways.
By Aliza Dube8 years ago in Humans
A Chance Encounter - Part 1
Months had passed since his funeral. The furthest I had attempted to venture out of my house was work. I sheltered myself from the outside world, hoping that the pain would slowly disappear and I could just move on with my life. Every offer to go out scared me; I turned into a hermit and was becoming more and more comfortable with never seeing another human being again. I guess it was just a defense mechanism. I never used to be like-well, no, I was, but not to the same extent. My anxiety always kept me a little on edge about the world around me, but this, this was on a whole different level.
By Jennifer Fayn8 years ago in Humans
Are You Ready for Your Blessings?
I met you when I was seventeen years old and lonely. Of course, I was lonely: I hadn't had a love in many years, and being single for a long time was not something I thought I would ever get used to. Being a companion and having a companion was always something I imagined for myself. Maybe I was just a conservative woman who believed that I should be wed and have someone to call my forever, or maybe I was just a woman who had a desire to not be lonely anymore.
By Sarah Fields8 years ago in Humans
Was It Meant to Be?
How do you lay next to the guy you fell head-over-heels for, knowing that he treats you like a friend or sometimes not even like you're the most important thing in his life? Yeah, I know, you can't answer that. They always say that true love never fails, it may bend at some points in time, but it will never break. So why does it feel like your heart is in a million pieces? Moral point is that you never know how the other person feels for you. They can tell you a thousand times but if they don’t show you then what’s its really worth?
By Kelsey Hollingsworth8 years ago in Humans
Hello, Old Friend
Nine years... It has been nine years since I saw you last, and before that we had been friends for almost ten if I can recall — not just 'friends' but best friends, inseparable — the type of friendship you could only hope to find. But in high school, things changed, people change and we drifted. I blamed you for a long time because for some reason you thought it would be cool to get drunk at school and I never understood why. Maybe it was my fault for not trying to help you cope with whatever it was you needed coping with. I never was and still am not good at that. I am trying to be better.
By Jessica Osborne8 years ago in Humans
