humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
An Incredible Adventure
Many things have happened within my life which have made my life journey an unexpected adventure. I will admit that most of those happenstances were because I came in contact with other persons that were living their own lives and I just happened to be participating in that same moment of time.
By eilene susan wenner5 years ago in Humans
Animal Testing Should Be Banned.
While a Pew Research Center study found that 52% of adults in the US oppose the use of organisms in rational testing, another review suggests that there is a contracted group that approves the organism testing because it hopes it is important for clinical practice. Although most organic experiments do not work in human well-being, the importance of organic testing in many clinical trials is beyond doubt. Show Sources
By Alekzendar Hums5 years ago in Humans
Give Love
I've never wanted something more than to help someone else. I have always wanted to be there for the people I love. I want to be there for people I don't know and who needs a person to talk to or to lean onto. I am always awake for people who needs somebody's help. Whatever they need help with. I do all that I can.
By M R Herring5 years ago in Humans
The Housewife
My manicured fingers tear at the package wrapped in brown paper. Curiosity charges my swift movements. The final rip reveals a white hard back? Oh I see, the back of a book! Excitement courses as this is the first present I’ve received as Mrs James Williams. It may even be a wedding present! I turn over the book and its face displays, “Guide To Perfection As A New House Wife”. Supporting the spine, I flip to the first page and my mothers handwriting appears. Warmth spills into my chest at the recognition. The message, “My darling girl. You’ll be perfect.”, is hugged by a red inked heart. Attempting to avoid tearing up, I sit myself down and begin to educate myself before James comes home.
By Charlotte Forbes5 years ago in Humans
Knit One, Breathe One
Knit 1, breath in. Purl 1, breath out. When my mother was dying of cancer, I would sit by her side for hours at night, as she slept, keeping watch. I would knit in those empty hours, when the world was still and my focus shrank to the soft sound of my mother's breaths and the click-click of acrylic needles. Without thought, I would match my stitches to her breaths. Knit 1, breath in. Purl 1, breath out. As long as she was breathing, I told myself, she was still with us. I used a lot of moss (or seed stitch) as it was simple and repetitious, just alternating knit and purl. I worked on easy projects: cowls and scarves. No shaping, no increases and decreases. I had little energy for decisions or following directions. When my eyes drooped, and I started miscounting stitches, I would put my work down, and tip toe to bed.
By Liz Sinclair5 years ago in Humans
A Servant's Timeless Mission
The portal glimmered into existence. For the past two days, a strange light had appeared in the air, hovering at the end of the street outside the abandoned Saloon town. Not that there was anyone residing in this sleepy town to witness the bright alien distraction. Not this time. That was because the last time a visitor arrived through the Crossing, the gift he carried, a brown paper box had brought about the beginning and the end of Josephville. That was a hundred years ago after the diamond rush rumour that created this town in the first place. Since the last resident left, the rows of shops either side of where the ball of light currently hung, had long fallen into dilapidated ruins. The few timber buildings that remained were weathered and warped, their frames rusted and twisted beneath the punishing desert sun. It was as if over the years the unforgiving heat had simply wrung the very life out of the structures that had provided shelter to its inhabitants for a brief time. Now doors and window shutters hung limp, creaking in the gusts of wind frolicking down the street towards the growing light.
By Sandie Edwards 5 years ago in Humans
The Treasure Never Sought
Rose sat nervously on a cold, solid, marble bench, figiting with her stockings and the small tear in them that she had only just noticed when the cool stone touched her bare leg. Anxious, and now quite annoyed, she sat, still tugging at this minor imperfection.
By Lisa marple5 years ago in Humans
Two Quiet Tuesdays
I found on a quiet Tuesday in March that cleaning out your closet bears an uncanny resemblance to purging your past. I had taken the day off of work, feeling desperately I needed a moment to escape the routine of life that would inevitably lead to my death. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I had no plans really. I guess that was the point. I needed a day of my life not to be played out in my head precisely before it happened.
By Morgan Nicole5 years ago in Humans
