breakups

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

Strangers
On the train alone at midnight, I found Johnny Brown’s notebook. It was underneath the seat across from mine, forgotten like a gum wrapper. I know you should never touch things on the subway, let alone on the grimy floor. But I felt compelled to at least see what it was.
By Kelly Anderson5 years ago in Humans
Dear Charlotte
As a child, Charlie loved spending time in freshwater creeks while her father looked on. In the mudbanks along the Catawba River, she dug through dirty snow to pull out earthworms in winter and hunted for rocks flecked with pyrite in summer. She waded into the streams to look for the black, beady eyes of a crayfish shimmering two inches beneath the surface of the water. From atop moss-covered rocks, she watched the minnows flit around her feet until her legs got numb from cold and her father called from the side to tell her it was time.
By Jonathan Riedel5 years ago in Humans
The Next Chapter
She could still feel it. The words, a gut punch still gasping for breath. “I think we should break up.” “I’m going to to need you to move out.” Her mind still tried to wrap around the words spinning in her brain. Bursting out the building doors, feet swerving at the ground she turned left up the sidewalk, barely viewing the people she passed. Were there tears streaming down her face? Was she audibly sobbing? She honestly couldn’t tell, and for a brief moment she wished she had brought sunglasses as cover, despite the weather. But the thought dissipated as fast as it came.
By Alyssa McKeever5 years ago in Humans
Sweet, Sweet Fantasy
Champagne flute in hand. Makeup and nails on point. Hair pinned back under a stunning double edge with ribbon, fingertip length veil. Lena danced around in her silky satin slip to Mariah Carey’s ‘Fantasy’. The bride to be and bridesmaids all posed for selfies in the mirror. These were the last moments leading up to the most magical day of Lena’s life.
By Shahnee Hunter5 years ago in Humans
Dear Diary, Can You Ever Forgive Me?
Dear Diary, Today was yet another mundane, unfulfilling day. All I managed to accomplish was attending my online classes and showering. I couldn’t even find the motivation to do any of my school work. How is it my dream to be a writer when I can’t even tolerate the sight of a computer screen right now? In other news, I ordered a salad from CAVA today. Sean wanted lunch too so, like the loving sister that I am, I got him a salad as well. Now he owes me $7 for his lunch. You didn’t think I’d let him get away with not paying me back, did you? I gotta go, diary. I really have to get some work done now.
By Imani Njau5 years ago in Humans
Bitter Taste
Bitter Taste Clouds Love has never had such a bitter taste since I met her. I thought I was prepared for anything in this game of life, but I was not ready for you. I wasn’t ready for the pain and suffering I was destined to go through. I should have known it would be toxic from the start. When I saw that purple mohawk, I should have known you were trouble. This Valentines I spent it alone, even though we were supposed to spend it together. I’m guessing you are with him or maybe someone else. I should have known you were cheating the first day we started dating. It was like we were never alone; you never gave our relationship a chance. It is like we were never really were together. I wish I hadn’t made plans with you, at least then you wouldn’t have to make a excuse. Now that I am sitting here in my dorm room alone, I can’t stop asking myself, “why do I keep on doing this”. What is the point of a relationship if you feel like you are alone even if they are starring you in the eyes? I should have noticed how cold your eyes were, even when they were burning with lust for me, but was it ever love? I don’t think so, if you did love me you wouldn’t hurt me like this. I already know the answer but for some reason I haven’t left you already. It is just a matter of time, till I find someone just like you. I wish I could handle being alone like I was before. It feels like you cracked me open and my soul leaked out. Like I could never live without you, but I need to. I have tried to be with so many other girls, but I keep coming back to you. I could have been with someone else today, but I only want to be with you. It felt like the red string of fait was a noose around my neck, it felt like I couldn’t breathe without her. I could feel that string killing me.
By Rodney Thomasearl5 years ago in Humans
The Book of Fame
What do you do when your life falls apart? You land a dead end job waiting tables at a hole in the wall bar that’s within walking distance of the crappy apartment you can afford because your Prince Charming drained your joint accounts and took the only vehicle when he ran off with a side chick to parts unknown. You form pseudo friendships with a handful of regulars who share their own woeful tales. You take up dog walking during the day light hours to supplement your meager income... And you pray. You pray a lot.
By Nicole Shipp5 years ago in Humans
unBroken
“Do you really think you can fool me?” Queried Sarah, before giggling and proceeding “You’re funny!” She says as she’s laying down the hair products and supplies they just bought, on the couch. “I know everything about you and I know especially when you’re not being truthful. I know you Eva, I’m your sister, we came outta the same p*ssy I’ve known you your entire life so don’t even try to bullshit me. Do you really think that I don’t notice all the new bruises? You think I don’t see how you flinch every time he reaches for something? Eva! Wake up, this is abuse, you’re being manipulated. You don’t see all the pain he has caused you already what more do you want from him?”
By Hadaya Samatar5 years ago in Humans
The Story that Saved Her
She didn’t understand the power of what she was doing as she was doing it. She just knew she had to write it down. He couldn’t articulate it to the doctors and she wanted to make sure they knew every last detail. She wanted him to remember. Her optimism made her believe that he would use this experience to conquer his demons, so she wrote it down. It gave her hope that he would survive. Eventually, the little black book became worn just like her hope. It had disappeared from her life and so did he. It was lost in the chaos and rubble and left to be forgotten.
By Jessica Jones5 years ago in Humans
Toxic
It was Wednesday night and Kate was in bed with her book. The following day Kate and her son, Dino, would be going to the hospital because Dino is scheduled to have his adenoids and tonsils removed. It was still early but Mike was well on his way through a bottle of rum. He wanted Kate to stay up drinking with him and listening to music and she had said no. She wanted to sleep.
By Kate S5 years ago in Humans
I AM
I AM She didn’t know she was being followed. The Hunter moon hung low in the sky, casting a luminous, orange, glow across Georgian Bay. Saphira was wrestling with the sound of crunching, autumn leaves beneath her feet, when she’d heard the sound, again. “Please be an owl, please,” she prayed, holding to the intention that her manifestation was coming soon. Every night that week, she’d been walking along the nature path, behind Mr. Hubert’s barn, imagining landing the perfect, evening photo, of a Barn owl. She needed a ‘birds of prey’ shot for a photography contest, and barn owls were her favourite.
By Jennifer Dawn Coombs5 years ago in Humans
Paul's 29th Journal
Paul woke in a cold sweat. Pulling his shirt away from his throat, he took a look around and recognized his room with its white walls, framed movie posters, and books strewn over every surface. He couldn’t remember making such a mess, but maybe his headache had something to do with forgetting what had happened the night before? Looking for clues he turned to his left and saw the familiar green nightstand, but on top was a little black notebook he didn’t recognize. Sitting up gingerly, not sure if his headache would get better or worse with movement, he placed his hand on the journal and pulled it to him. He heard rather than saw a pen hit the ground and decided he’d have to find it later, the pressure in his head was too much to lean over further, but he was still curious where this notebook had come from. Opening the book, he saw his own handwriting on the inside cover. It simply said “29”.
By klaudette5 years ago in Humans