breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Cantilever
He looked down at his phone, checking his bank account to reaffirm his reality. Four weeks ago: +$20,000.00. He expected his eagerness to return, a state he remembered seeming infinite. Instead, he watched from the back of his mind as his vision sunk past his hand, through the floor below and deep into the ground.
By Wiley Brouillette5 years ago in Humans
Layers
It had been eighty-seven hours since the power and heat had been shut off. The temperature was plummeting into single digits outside. Celia allowed herself to come to terms with the fact that she was going to have to spend another dark, freezing night alone in a house that had quickly become an unfamiliar place. Sentimental possessions that she lived amongst in daily nonchalance became strangers to her in the cold walls of neglect. She walked from room to room, touching items as if they belonged to somebody else. It felt as if she had broken into a stranger’s home and was rummaging through the cabinets and drawers with malintent. Any minute the owner would arrive, and she would have to run for fear of being caught.
By Ellyn Ussery5 years ago in Humans
Where your thoughts are
I stare at her sometimes while we are watching tv. When she catches me we both get a kick out of it. She’d kiss me and nudge my face back towards the television and we let the moment pass. Her eyes would slightly squint at the tv, not because she can’t see, but they’re reacting to what she’s watching. Her left eyebrow raises with intrigue and it’s like the people in the shows are talking directly to her. Her lips even rest apart as if she’s ready to talk back. I wonder what thoughts are living so openly on her expression and what words were caught between those beautiful lips. I wonder if those queues on her face would still exist if she noticed how often I’m watching her instead of the screen. Maybe they are there just for me to notice but it’s much more likely it wouldn’t even matter if I was here at all. She’d be there just as beautiful and just as captivating and just as captivated. It doesn’t matter that I’m here.
By Nuwan Panditaratne5 years ago in Humans
ELIZABETH
He sat, watching the storm roll in as the rusty barge boats went down the Arkansas river, steam billowing out of engines. The breeze was picking up, and he sat, admiring the forming of the dark clouds. He had never been one for storms, preferring to be basking in the sunlight. But she liked the broody sky, the thunder, the lighting, and sitting underneath the formation of the storm made her feel near.
By Mary Wright5 years ago in Humans
Flower of Debt
Flower of debt By: Michael Mac Gowan Aaron Graham stood looking through the florists window, the shop was full of all color and size making it look like a rainbow room. Aaron had won 20 thousand dollars just a week ago and had not been able to tell his girlfriend Sara, she is the love of his life and he wanted to tell her of his winnings and the options they would be able to move out of their dingy apartment and into somewhere much nicer even possibly a house.
By Michael Mac Gowan5 years ago in Humans
1010 Words
It’s cold. A new wave of sadness hits me and it’s only 7:43 in the morning. The sun is rising and it looks beautiful, it looks warm. It reminds me of her. She was like the sun, she could make your day the brightest it has ever been; but the difference with her and the sun was that the sun goes down eventually, she never did. She was always warm-warm and beautiful. The sun is peeking through my curtains now, trying to brighten my day. But I don’t want to open them because that means it's another day without her. I’ve noticed that my tulips have died. I have to get rid of those soon. All the petals have fallen onto my unused turntable. I am stalling. I shuck the covers off me and go to my curtains. I grab one of them and start pulling it back. Instantly the sun starts spilling all over my hand, reflecting onto my skin making it slightly warm. The more I pull the curtain back the more I see what the sun is reflecting on-I used to be one of those things. I can see the parts of the trees that are catching the sun’s reflection, but then I also see other parts that are hidden just out of reach. That's how I feel right now, that I am cold in the shadows even though the sun is so close to me. She used to make me feel so comforted and warm every time she was near, nothing could put a shadow over me. Like, you know when you are on a walk and there is snow on the ground and the sun is out, and it doesn’t feel cold? Because not only does the snow reflect the light of the sun onto your face, it also makes you feel this warm inviting feeling that gives you this internal comfort. But then you look over to the other side of the road and it’s all shadows. It is so cold and nothing about that side makes you want to go over there. That’s the feeling I have without her. I’m thinking too hard, yet that’s all I have been doing since she left. I keep trying to think of reasons why she would leave and I have some predictions, but I don’t know if I want the answer to them.
By Annabelle Holland5 years ago in Humans
For Mary, From Ben
“How did you find me?” “Your address was written in the back,” Ginny holds out a small black notebook. “I know we’ve never met, but he obviously wanted you to have this.” The old woman takes it and gently thumbs through ink-smeared pages. Dates and sloppy cursive dance across crinkled paper.
By Katie Dixon5 years ago in Humans
