Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
Love Unfound, Worth Discovered
In this day and age, it’s almost common sense to hit up Tinder, Bumble, PoF, or any other dating app if you want to meet a cutie and find that special someone to date. Online dating has now become a fast moving trend that continues to evolve. So what happens when out of all the sites and many, many, MANY matches later, you’re still at home on a Saturday night in your worn jammies, pigging out on ice cream with your dog by your lap, crying into a glass of wine as Jack freezes over in the Titanic? Well, let me tell you how I got here. You see, I’m a 21 year old female, and I like to consider myself considerable social, if by social we’re talking about slight smiles and nods towards random strangers I happen to fall in love with. Let me tell you, I have tried it all. I’ve gotten my squads' opinions on the “right” selfies to put for my profile, I’ve made witty yet charming bios and advertise myself as the diamond in the rough kinda gal. And yet, almost a year has passed and still my knight in shinning armor has yet to crash through my front door to save me from, well, myself. Honestly speaking, my ego took massive hits as each and every person I sought out ended up being a total fail. I began to think that I was destined to be a single, 90 year old lady who hits on the youngsters as I’m buying my adult diapers. That because I didn’t type “Amen” or send a chain link on Facebook to 50 of my closest gal pals I had rewritten my fate to been one of cobwebs and a collection of empty wine bottles.
By Atheria Draegrien8 years ago in Humans
Flame
I wonder around, empty and broken. Numb to those around me. Darkness flows through the crowded streets as I walk aimlessly andblindly. I wonder if you are in as much pain as I am. If you are as confused, hurt and ashamed as me. Ashamed to think that we would last. Ashamed that we didn't see the distance between us. And ashamed for not trying. Not trying hard enough to make it work, not trying enough to listen to each others words, or not caring enough to try at all.
By Deana Fiorante8 years ago in Humans
Why We Should Set Boundaries
I've never been very good at setting boundaries. It seems like a lot of work to me. But lately, I've started to reflect on how I manage relationships with those around me and it occurred to me that setting boundaries is in fact pretty necessary in life. It can make a real difference about how we're treated by others.
By Janine Agombar8 years ago in Humans
The Ending With No Beginning
Being 20 isn't easy. Sure, you're one year closer to being a legal adult and you're living it up with college friends. But growing up is confusing. Whether it's school, work, money, family, or friends that have you tied up in knots, some things just manage to squeeze right through and bite you in the ass. Trying to make the most out of your youth is tough when you have responsibilities and people expect more from you. Some people stress and have it a little harder than others. This story is told by a 20-year-old girl in the year of 2016, and she had it real rough.
By Bridgette Donahue8 years ago in Humans
Was I Ever In Love?
Have you ever thought you were in love? Like real, infatuating, head-over-heels-I-want-to-spend-every-minute-with-you love? You have a couple months of where you are fascinated by this person and would do anything for them... then it gets a bit... boring? I'm 21 and I'm currently bored.
By Karla Jones8 years ago in Humans
Dealing With Feuding Friends
So you’re Switzerland — you are caught in the middle of a fight between two good friends, or even worse, your roommates. This puts you in an incredibly awkward and stressful position. You don’t want to pick sides, but their fight is starting to sap all of your energy. Not to worry, these five tips will help you cling to your sanity through every passive aggressive group text, cold shoulder, and screaming match.
By Alina Gallupe8 years ago in Humans
The Man Who Can't Be Moved
It all starts with a smile, a handshake, a hello. We make eye contact and we are off to the races. Two people that came in alone leave together holding hands. The two forces are stronger than ever. Every smile means the world and every kiss could blow her off her feet. We are shy and we don't want to say much, we don't act ourselves because we worry about saying the wrong thing or looking stupid. We pray that everything will work out fine and will end in a fairy tale.
By Emily Buehner8 years ago in Humans
Hitman With a Heart
When I was 17, I was involved in some pretty dicey things and thought I was invincible, even though I was scared of my own shadow. I was out drinking and smoking marijuana with friends one night and felt ready to go home but my partner wanted to stay. As we lived in a caravan around the corner and it was a small country town, I decided to go it alone. It was probably only a 200m walk but it felt long and I was trying to concentrate on staying upright. There were plenty of street lights overhead and at some point I noticed I was being followed. I saw a large, bulky man not far behind me and, in my fear, I imagined myself being in danger. I knew who the man was, because he had been at the house I’d just left. Although I loved my friends, I did not trust them. I was unable to trust anyone much at that time and my friends were involved in activities I did not approve of and did not want to be involved in. This man was someone that my friends did not trust either, which made him seem dangerous to me. One of my older relatives had known him many years before, but I had not had anything to do with him and did not want to now, either. This man had a big reputation for drugs and nastiness and his behaviour certainly came across as hard. I had seen him at my friend's house a few times lately and while I kept a watchful eye on him, I’d also noticed that something about him was like my grandfather, too. He appeared really tough and as if he meant business but there was a twinkle in his eye, also—a softness that was not always easily apparent. I’d known this man’s family a little in childhood and I found them all a bit too much for me, yet I didn’t know them at all really. Everything I knew about any of these people was formed from judgments I’d made on hearsay and gossip. I was about to learn a very valuable lesson that I have never forgotten and that I thank them for often.
By Gabriella Grace8 years ago in Humans
