humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
A Dream
Have you ever had a Lucid Dream? For those who might be unaware of what a Lucid Dream might be, it’s a dream where you know you are dreaming. Some have said that they could control what happens in this type of dream. According to an article in healthline.com – “5 Techniques to Try for Lucid Dreaming”, it’s estimated that 55 percent of people have had one or maybe even multiple. To be honest, I was quite intrigued by how low the percentage is for this kind of dream. Fortunately for me, I can count myself in that percentage of people who’ve had a Lucid Dream.
By Colin Gleason5 years ago in Humans
"Somewhere in the dark, I found the real happiness"
Looking at the socio-economic status, I am drawn to a family that is struggling so far. Everything was balanced in its own way, be it in the financial sector, in the education sector, in the field of quality indicators, or the field of entertainment. I was a child who could not only find a real home environment but feel the burden of my family.
By Maiya Devi Dahal5 years ago in Humans
Primetime
Armageddon was meant for exceptional people. Mutually assured destruction meant that only the best survived: the geniuses and the deep pockets who funded them, tucked away in tight little bunkers or loaded onto spaceships filled with beans and seltzer water and a few vintage bottles of cabernet sauvignon that would be too much of a shame to waste.
By C.M. Kinzig5 years ago in Humans
A Night Under The Stars
We heard the whispers every night without fail, from dusk until dawn. We didn’t talk about it, as a sort of comfort. I had seen things she could never dream up even on the darkest of nights, and she had known loss like I could not imagine. My friends back when I’d been drafted said I was one of the lucky ones, for having had no one to lose to the sickness. I’d laugh it off—oh, there was no need to tell them how hard it was without someone to live for. They all had sob stories, a lost lover or family member that kept them going—they’d want me to go on, to live my life for them. I envied them for their grief.
By Julian Harmon5 years ago in Humans
Hysteria
Hysteria had been told she was cocky. That her overconfident attitude would wind up killing her on her eighteenth birthday. Everyone from teachers to students to even her own parents seemed to think that she was doomed to perish on what she believed to be her most significant birthday yet. But to those criticisms she had this to say,
By Noel Gillespie5 years ago in Humans
Name That Shame
Smart. Crazy. Hero. Fool. Racist. Prodigy. Dumbass. Provider. Rebel. Enabler. Conservative. Alcoholic. All examples of labels we give to each other and even ourselves. We don’t stop with people. We label our food, clothing, the weather, and everything else in our environment.
By Doug Scavezze5 years ago in Humans
Indoctrinated
I opened my eyes and I was standing in a garden. A young, maybe 14 year old, blonde girl was waiting for me. Her hair was half up, half down… a small amount of hair pulled from the top and sides secured with a silky powder blue ribbon and the rest left to fall down to her mid back. Her ribbon matched her appropriately modest, powder blue dress.
By Annabel Lee5 years ago in Humans
Bored to Board
After the announcement of a nationwide lockdown, I booked the first train up to Ottawa from Toronto to stay with my two older sisters. Seeing as that I wouldn’t have to pay for food or rent, the idea seemed more advantageous than not for a broke college student like myself looking to save up on whatever pennies I could.
By Zephyr Yibir5 years ago in Humans
The Big Game
It was a crisp afternoon as she leapt into the ravine crashing through the branches. Slowing her descent into the gorge that held the shallow river. By the fourth branch she stopped counting which snaps were coming from her frail malnourished body or the dying branches. Falling she saw flashes of brown and orange keeping her eyes mostly shut so as not to blind herself. Once the trees became greener and started slowing her as they bent before breaking she was able to open her eyes more reliably. She found herself a few branches from the ground. Writhing in pain, the buzzing of the drone above caught her attention forcing her to move again. As she was dropping to the last branch gunshots rang out from above followed by yelling.
By Mads Shadowtail5 years ago in Humans
Sustenance Amidst the Ruins
A Vocal.media story: Doomsday Diary: June 29.2021 The wisp of a young girl surveys the rubble of the decimated city street. She is methodical as she navigates the remains of chunks of broken concrete, smashed furniture, shards of glass, and the decaying bodies of those left behind, now naked and decomposing. Their clothes long striped by the barely living.
By Jason Michael Wallach5 years ago in Humans
