breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Toxins
It began from the moment you and I crossed paths. We were two broken souls, desiring to find that special someone to glue us back together; a temporary fix, if you will. There you were, with your dark skin and pearly white teeth. And there I was, intoxicated and not giving a damn about the rest of the world. Oblivion struck me from the moment that I saw you. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, yet everything did not seem to matter anyway.
By Beverly Canabano5 years ago in Humans
For Once, I am Alone
For once, I am alone. Surprisingly, I am okay with that. Marilyn Monroe once said, “A wise girl leaves before she is left,” but the thing is, I have not decided if I was wise for leaving, or if I was foolish for not having left sooner. The relationship in question was not just a relationship, but a marriage. A short-lived, broken one at that. We were the type of couple that looked happy and put-together whenever we posted on social media. Loving selfies by a cliff-face while on a hike, feeding each other dessert after a romantic meal. We even took photos together in our scrubs and surgical caps, since we both worked in the same hospital, me a nurse and he a doctor. We were quite literally the picture of a healthy relationship. Behind closed doors, a different story was unfolding.
By Elizabeth Grace Parker5 years ago in Humans
Healing: One Paddle at a Time
It was July 2020 when, for the first time in a decade or so, I tentatively (and not at all graciously, I must admit) lowered myself from a dock into the rear seat of a tandem kayak, floating on the grimy depths of the Limehouse Basin, East London. It was my housemate’s idea. We had spent most of the previous months barricaded in the house as Covid-19 sieged the city, and were grateful for this opportunity to spend some quality time out in the sun in the steadily re-opening world.
By Hannah Bailey-Evans5 years ago in Humans
Norfolk
We decided to take an extended weekend away, staying in a beach hut in Norfolk England. I say ‘decided’, it was more ‘reluctantly agreed’ on my part… or ‘acquiesced’, is that the word? All this in the early part of the month of March mind you, which habitually clings to winter in the British Isles. She said, “it might be a bit nippy”. I had considered rattling off a fact I knew about how some pagan civilisations referred to the March equinox as the official end of winter, and that this differs from the meteorological definition of the season’s end, but didn’t bother. Ruminating over the unconventional timing and nature of this beach trip, I supposed she was feeling a staleness creep into our relationship and figured that a short break away and change of scenery might help reignite the spark. She had watched The Holiday recently, I think that’s what happens in that. All I knew was, it meant four days without FIFA or Call of Duty. Bitch.
By Tom Williams5 years ago in Humans
The Birds
Her heart pounded as her fingers touched the metal. The heat rose in her. Breath quickening she grasped the cold handle in, out, open. She entered his apartment as she'd done dozens of times, but today felt different. It was rainy, she felt clouds inside her. The world seemed hazy. She could taste metal, apprehension was palpable. She had an odd feeling that was unshakable.
By Cimi Grace5 years ago in Humans
Unhindered
The wind chimes sing frantically as heavy gusts send them knocking into each other. I look outside, that tugging anxiety growing as every minute passes—the turbulent weather birthing turbulent feelings in my chest. I breathe deeply, trying to ignore the chill running down my spine. A jacket will not suffice this time.
By Amellia Fiske5 years ago in Humans
