humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

Our Unsung Heroes
When we think of hero’s we think of our 5th Grade Teacher, we think of our High School Principal, we think of a counselor or a Police Officer. We even think of our Parents. Our Father the retired Marine Corps Staff Sergeant, our Grandparents, our mothers with their endless sacrifices. Pastors, Priests, Coaches, older siblings, younger siblings, Fireman, Doctors, Nurses all of which make noble contributions to our everyday lives. More often than not, they go unrecognized. Which is tragic but par for the course. These individuals are in the public eye. They are scrutinized and held accountable for actions any less than a stride towards heroic. That’s not to say that they don’t deserve recognition. Because they most certainly, do. They should be honored every single day for their dedication to the betterment of others. And their efforts are noble. But there are unsung heroes in our midst every day. Those who are not being openly scrutinized; individuals who are heroic merely because it is their nature. The kind hearts and gentle souls. The givers. The ones who exhibit heroic behavior every single day, merely because it is who they are. Those are the hero’s that are not recognized.
By P. Analiase Ramirez4 years ago in Humans
Reservations and Manifestations
I never knew the power and impact that I would have over people.Seeking out guidance myself, I started to discover myself in the dark times that I went through.I never knew that I would become so useful.In this day and age ,I’m learning that I exist right now during these difficult times to restore faith in humanity.
By Se'Viona B4 years ago in Humans
THE WOLF THE BEAR THE LION THE TIGER
What the spirit wishes to be Brave. The man can not stop hearing the whispers of fear As They hear the whispers they take action.
By Titan Godess4 years ago in Humans
Enlightened Dawn
The moonlight fell like dancing fairies onto her cool skin; her fine hairs greedily reaching upwards to meet its glow, pulling the surrounding flesh taut with anticipation. Her breath expanded in front of her face in a misty haze, and slipped and spilled into the fog that filled the morning meadow. She watched with gentle curiosity as the tangerine sun lazily rose from his slumber below the proud and stoic westward hills. The ever patient luna guardian waited for her watch to end; tenderly whispering her morning call to her radiant friend, as a mother to a rousing babe. The rays of the rising sun trickled across the field, dancing in the mist, warming the chilled air.
By Daniella Mooney Hall4 years ago in Humans
A Beginning In Time
The origination of an idea cannot first be decimated without an experience, a memory to recall upon to further enhance and convey a message that we may want others to relish within. A brief walk around the park can turn into a source of media incited by the beauty of the natural landscape captured within a photograph. The creation of a tune slowly manifesting via the trickling stream and the harmonization of the organisms that inhabit the land. The ability to manifest and interpret ones viewpoint can be seen as advantageous to humans and it allows multiple avenues to house their outlets. The flow of creativity cannot be measured but admired as they try to interpret one another layers of thought. They often look forward to each others expressions as it can often add to their own self enhancements and further understanding of who they are trying to become. I myself welcome any such sights of their artistic articulations as it can help convey a different sort of perspective that I may never had the foresight to think within their depths. I am often look upon to apply such further enhance such foresight as archaic is the tale of possessing a third eye, a completed new view into another dimension that most may not have dreamt about. But what is foresight without the naturally progressing experiences that time and the ability to pocket those little personal brought about experiences that could have only been ascertain by living that moment.
By Jakarayi4 years ago in Humans
The Acknowledgement
She loved their new suburban Maryland home even if it was leased. It was theirs. At least for the next 12 months. The house had no sick parents, no confused mother on the floor desperately trying to clean up the mess she’d made, no angry sisters, no gaslighting and no fighting. No misunderstandings. No flying monkeys, smear campaigns or hysterical tears. And above all else, no one dying. The angry, bitter storm clouds were dissipating. The turbulence they had created leaving with them and allowing auto pilot to kick in.
By kim okane4 years ago in Humans
The Night Owl
The hay crunched underneath the weight of my stubborn feet. What was I doing here? I always asked myself that question. What? Why? How?
By Adysen Phelps4 years ago in Humans
Omnipotent Owl
She lay in bed looking out of the window. It was late, very late. She was feeling... conflicted. Bad, and good. She felt bad for not feeling worse. What they were doing... they would surely be condemned by everyone else if they knew. But neither of them really ever followed the rules and both of them found emotions tedious.
By Millie Schneider4 years ago in Humans
Relative
An owl. That it wasn’t a parrot in the middle of Princeton was to be expected, but it could have been a crow. Or a starling. Or at least a fly-away budgie from one of the retired ladies over at Riverwalk. But no, it was a freaking barn owl. It couldn’t be any worse than that, really. And the reason for that wasn’t that the bird had zero capability of imitating human speech but rather that it was one of the most simpleminded species of the avifauna altogether. Huge eyes, small brain. There was no way they would get anything useful out of it.
By Zora Kastner4 years ago in Humans
La Virgen y el Búho
“Be still.” Whispers Juanita to her nine-year-old son, Renato. “Hold your breath or they’ll catch us”. The border patrols scan their luminous headlights out into the cold dusk air. Juanita grabs Renato’s hand as she adjusts her two-year-old daughter, Camila, who is wrapped in her serape and held close to her chest. The officers laugh and yell broken Spanish profanity as they step out and walk in the opposite direction. She takes the chance and makes a run for it. Renato is struggling to run because of the gallon of water he is carrying. She has to make a rash decision. “Drop it mijo”, she tells him. He understands the reason and drops the jug of water. The drop of the jug was louder than expected and the patrol officers quickly react and jump in the patrol truck. It becomes a chase. Juanita is sweating and decides to hide behind large boulders. The officers pull up next to them. “I saw shadows running this way.” says one of the officers as he walks near the boulder. Renato’s little hand is beside the officer’s boot. He retracts it back into the shadows. Camila makes a cry and the patrols jump their way when out of the velvet dark sky, sharp talons pierce through and a gust of wind charges at the officers. One of the officers gets sliced right on the cheek- the second officer start shooting his gun into the abyss. The bullet casings hit the ground. Juanita grabs Renato, leaving all luggage behind and makes a run towards the hills. Renato looks back as the illumination from the headlights paint his face with the moving shadows of a valiant creature that fights for their honor.
By Victor Gonzalez Ruiz4 years ago in Humans
Free to Fly
Rustle… rustle… a woman moans with a whimpering sound of fear in her voice. Rustle… rustle… the faint sound of her breath intensifies then she settles for a moment. In an instant she is eyes wide open, soaked in sweat. She claps her hand over her mouth as to not to scream. “Can’t wake the children…” she says to herself as she nervously glares over to the body snoring next to her. She gains her composure for a moment as she finds the alarm clock reading 3:04 back to her. For a moment, the evil looking, thin red lines against the black background unnerved her enough to turn the clock away nervously. She gently moved the blankets, slid out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. It was a safer choice than the kitchen; raises less questions. The fragile figure stands in front of the mirror supporting her weight on the sides of the sink as she gets lost in the image reflecting back at her. She takes note to the new black and blue on her cheekbone. “Not as bad as last time. The makeup should cover it ok.” She thinks to herself. She touches it and winces. “Just as sore though.” She whispers out loud. Her mind wanders as she makes her way to the toilet and sits on the lid. “How did my life get to this point? What did I do to deserve this? Punishment for an old life? Punishment for wrong choices in this life?” Either way, it became an endless cycle of thoughts with seemingly no hope of escape. “He promised he would make breakfast tomorrow... which means I’ll have to make it. If I go back to bed now, I can get 3 more hours of sleep but let’s be real, when was the last time I got a full 6 hours of sleep?” she says to herself. If anything, getting back to bed was more for safety than sleep.
By Michelle Tasker4 years ago in Humans
Train Tracks in a Blue Sky
1 If he had any foothold, it was fucking gone now. He lay there, the sun surrounded by the most brilliant blue sky he had ever seen—it was really quite striking. Five balloons hung above him blocking the sun playing a puffy-faced-peekaboo, their puckered frowning mouths surrounded by stringy swaying hair. A drop of sweat landed on his forehead, another near his mouth. Fucking gross. Five sets of eyes gazing down on him—observing and… triumphant? He wasn’t sure. Not a single hand from his hovering classmates went out to help. He could see hatred in those eyes—in their souls. He had been winning. He was sure. How long had he been laying there? Monkey bars cut like train-tracks across the blue sky. Oooofff! A pain in his chest—did he get stabbed, impaled? He folded in on himself, his arms falling away heavy with a weakness. They wouldn’t go that far would they?
By Jon Paul Anderson4 years ago in Humans