humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Love Lockdown
Her fingertips delicately trace the shape of his nail bed, as the room lulls to a silence and his body stills. They both savour this gentle physical touch, their eyes quietly following the aimless tracing of each other’s fingers and hands. Their touches are laden with exciting curiosity and measured restraint. A deliberate silence prevails and preserves the sanctity of the moment a little longer.
By Mayah Hunte4 years ago in Humans
Legend of the Four Mori
Once, there was a man named Sergeant who lived on the edge of town. From the outside, he resembled every other man his age. He was of average height, average build, and he had bushy brown hair that covered his ears. He drove a truck, he owned two dogs, and he worked at a bar five days a week. For Sergeant, life was good. But Sergeant had a secret that nobody knew. A secret unknown to himself. You see, Sergeant was not born from the womb of a woman. He was created by the Forest.
By Gerald Bennett4 years ago in Humans
IT IS OF NO REAL VALUE
IT IS OF NO REAL VALUE As the slightly hunched, aged Chinese man turned the corner, he glanced up at a sign on the opposite side to see if he was at, or near, his proposed destination; the glare of the bright sun made him squint as he made out "AYOUNG'S JEWELRY SHOP & REPAIRS", hanging in front of the building, just above the door. At this, he began to cross the street and stepped down onto the pavement, feeling a slight heat through his thin shoe soles. He slowly made his way across the street under the blazing tropic sun, and as he stepped up onto the pavement, he was directly in front of the now wide-open door with the metal accordion gate directly on this right. The coolness - no, the coldness - of the shop confronted him immediately and he jerked erect for a momentary second or two, then resumed his usual stance. The gentleman behind the counter turned and put his repairs on a work table, resumed his original position of facing the front door, and inquired, "May I help you?" "Yes, you certainly may. I have a ring here that needs grinding down. Are you able to do it? It is perhaps a size too large. It was my wife's, but she has passed away." At this, he stopped his conversation and his head lowered for a moment or two making him seem even older and sadder than when he originally entered the shop. But, after a sigh, and a raising of his head and gaze of his dark, moist eyes, he continued, ". . . and now my granddaughter is getting married in a few months' time, and I want to pass it on to her at that time - and ceremony. The ring goes on, but it is fairly loose and, therefore, I need your assistance."
By ELIZABETH HoSAM4 years ago in Humans
Higher Ground
Fifty-eight-year-old Randy Whitehall got his nickname “Derby” by placing a $300 trifecta bet at the Kentucky Derby horse race thirty years ago. A horse named “Higher Ground” was the winner. Finishing second was “Dancing Kat,” with the final odds at 33-1. The horse finishing third, named “Rye Toast, was an even bigger longshot at 55-1, making the trifecta a record payout. Derby won a small fortune, and then found investors willing to take a chance on him to start his company called “Odds on Favorite Productions.” Since founding his company, he had produced formula movies that became box office smashes, with very few “flops” and generated millions in revenue thereby making his shareholders extremely happy. Derby wasn’t always crazy about the movies that his company produced, but felt he knew what themes best played out on the big screen to a paying public, all based on what had worked before. But then he met Lia Summers. She was a forty-year-old fledgling writer who walked into his office with less writing experience than most who had preceded her, but she held a confidence that was both engaging and intimidating to him.
By Kathleen Thompson4 years ago in Humans
The Other Side of Fear
In 1997, I was trying to reclaim my life after a horrible divorce. Trust was not something that came easy to me. When I met John, it came as quite a shock to feel such trust from the very beginning. We were like two souls that seemed to mesh together effortlessly. I now had a friend and companion in John. Laughter filled not only the lonely rooms of my apartment but my heart as well.
By Arleen McCann4 years ago in Humans
