Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
Love, Loathing, and Self-Flagellation
How do you love someone so much that it hurts? When does it stop being love, and transition into longing? How do you tell someone who loved you when you weren’t ready — that you hate the waiting knowing they waited for you? How do you remain steady in your own course, when feeling remorse for the love that you lost? Was your own self-preservation worth losing the chance for love so much like your own?
By Amanda Karenina8 years ago in Humans
My Story
Let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Susan. I'm a 19 year old girl who is currently living in the Holy City. I was born November 27, 1997 on a Thanksgiving morning. I'm adopted into a wonderful family and I'm one of seven kids. I'm here to tell you my story of me finding my place in the world and the struggles it took me to get where I am right now. Are ya'll ready for this adventure?
By Susan Milota8 years ago in Humans
Finding Time to Walk Away
You ever get that gut-wrenching feeling? You know, the one that is telling you it is over... Why do we continue to fight and stay when we are so unhappy? I find myself asking myself this question daily. I probably fight more times with my husband in a week than I can count, and yet I fight to stay. I have been married before and I walked away, and back then it was easy. I was done trying to fight, yet that girl who was able to pick up her life and start over seems to be missing. She is NOWHERE to be found. Hell, even my dreams have become a nightmarish tale of divorce, cheating, and scandal all orchestrated by my husband's self-destruction.
By Kaylynn Young8 years ago in Humans
All It Takes
Early August 2016. The same day I lost faux-love, I found the real thing. I spent four years in a relationship with a guy I fell for my senior year. He taught me how to stand up to one of my fears, and expanded many of my horizons, as I was a very sheltered child. Long story short, we dated four long, strenuous years. A lot was said, and one thing led to another and I was giving him the key to his apartment back saying, "We're done!"
By Quinn Moran8 years ago in Humans
It's Hard to Be Me
When I was three-years-old, my mom bought me a beautiful pink princess dress to dress in for Halloween. I fell in love with that dress and felt so beautiful in it. I remember how confident I felt walking up to people's doors and asking them for candy. I just knew no one would be able to refuse giving candy to such a pretty girl.
By Katrina Pelky8 years ago in Humans











