breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

Reflections In Transit: A Literary Fiction about Breakup Realizations during a Train Ride
Nine days to go. Nine days until our two-year anniversary — and he broke up with me. The words kept replaying as I stepped onto the subway at 40th Street, the cold December wind still biting at my face. My chest felt like someone had tied a burning iron weight to my heart. Every bump of the EL sent that weight swinging through my body like a wrecking ball. I felt sick. My heart was just shattered glass grinding around in my ribcage.
By L Stone2 months ago in Humans
The Weight of Reality: The Myth of Fairness
1. Fairness Is a Human Fiction Fairness is not a natural law. It is a social illusion created by people who wish to avoid the pain of consequence. Nature operates on cause and effect, not comfort. A storm does not pause for equality. Gravity does not check whether the fall was fair. The universe is perfectly just in one sense only: every action brings a reaction. Fairness, however, is not justice. It is an emotional ideal built by those who want consequence without cost.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast2 months ago in Humans
Ruthless hard work
From my general observation of the people around me and even those far away from me, when I look at what hard work in various context is, it comes out very differently.
By real Jema2 months ago in Humans
When You Feel Trapped: The Truth I Wish Someone Had Told Me
There are some situations that don’t look dramatic from the outside. They look steady. They look normal. They look like stability. But inside, they feel like a cage.
By Karen Sanderson2 months ago in Humans
The Gardener of Starlight. AI-Generated.
The astronomers called it the "Great Dimming." Across the galaxy, stars were winking out, not in the violent fury of a supernova, but with a quiet, pathetic sigh. Their light was simply… fading. Theories abounded: dark matter, a cyclical universe, a flaw in the laws of physics itself. Panic was a quiet hum in the background of every news feed.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Mender of Broken Things. AI-Generated.
In a small, dusty shop tucked away on a quiet street, there lived an old man named Felix. The sign above his door read simply, "Mender of Things," and it was a title he took with profound seriousness. People brought him their broken treasures: clocks that had forgotten how to tick, music boxes that had lost their song, toys that had been loved into disrepair.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Cartographer of Forgotten Paths. AI-Generated.
In a quiet studio above a bakery, where the air always smelled of cinnamon and old paper, lived an old man named Elian. He was the Cartographer of Forgotten Paths, and his life's work was mapping the unmappable: the choices unmade, the roads not taken.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Undertaker of Forgotten Stories. AI-Generated.
In a small, dusty office at the end of a quiet street, there was a man named Silas who performed a unique and somber service. He was an undertaker, but not for the dead. He was the Undertaker of Forgotten Stories.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Keeper of Lost Time. AI-Generated.
In a quiet, cobblestoned alley that seemed to exist between the ticks of a clock, there was a shop called "The Chronos Retreat." Its keeper, an old man named Alistair, was a collector of a most peculiar sort. He was the Keeper of Lost Time.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Starlight Weaver. AI-Generated.
In a remote village nestled high in the mountains, where the air was thin and the sky was a vast, black canvas, lived a woman named Lyra. She was the last of the Starlight Weavers, a lineage of artisans who practiced an art as old as the first human to look up in wonder.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Dreamtailor. AI-Generated.
In the quietest hour of the night, when the moon was high and the world was asleep, an old man named Elias went to work. He was a Dreamtailor, the last of his kind, and his workshop was a place that existed just on the other side of consciousness.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
Affair Goes Public
My buddy was dating his girlfriend for over two years. They seemed genuinely in love—the kind of couple everyone wants to hang out with. Things were serious; they had met each other’s parents and were actively planning their wedding date. They were literally discussing when to get their marriage license.
By Water&Well&Page2 months ago in Humans