humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Sole Possesion
"So close." I muttered to myself as I strained my arm to add another inch or so in length. The damp musk hung in the air and stifled my attempt to breathe deeply. The moon shining through the window of this long forgotten shack did little to illuminate my already dull surroundings. "You're so stupid!" I told myself over and over while I squinted, desperately searching the unforgiving darkness for anything that could help me reach. The antique candelabra on the rotting credenza was far too wide to fit through the three or so inch crevice in the floorboards. My belt would fit but would be too flimsy to assist me in the retrieval. I could just barely touch the cold earth below the floor but could not reach the knife, my only security in this dog eat dog world. My only possession had fallen right into what appeared to be the old results of a shotgun. A disastrous feat that I couldn't have done had I been trying. I searched her already cold, lifeless corpse. Her Ruger revolver, now empty, held no value to me. She'd wasted all six rounds trying to take me down and with the growing scarcity of ammunition, the classic weapon of the old west might as well be a paper weight. The beat up, golden, heart-shaped locket resting on her chest would fetch a good trade, if I could ever get out of this precarious situation. I undid the locket's magnetic clasp. An idea instantly came to me. I dangled the locket through the board and eventually heard a satisfying "click" as it connected to the iron hilt of my dagger. Slowly, gracefully even, I pulled on the knife dragging it slightly closer. I lifted, ever so gently, knowing the locket's magnet could hardly hold itself, and the locket came free. I clutched the old locket in one hand I reached again with the other. I fiddled with the intensely sharp edge of my blade and was able to grasp it with two fingers. As I slowly started to lift my dagger out of the hole my excitement was quickly washed away by a small voice behind me. "Mommy?" It said and I spun around, knife now in hand, to see a small girl, maybe 8 or 9 years old. She lay sprawled over her mother's dead body in a hug that made my conscience throb. Her hair was beyond matted and had surely never seen a comb. Even through the darkness I could make out the patches of skin showing through the rips of her ratty clothes. As she sobbed over her mother's body I sputtered out some incomprehensible sounds in an attempt to explain myself and offer condolences. The sputtering sounds continued to fall out of my mouth as I watched her pull a small object from her pockect. I squinted but could only make out the sound of a metallic sequence. A familiar sound. The girl shakily stood and slowly raised her mother's now loaded revolver in my direction. As I lifted my hands and dropped my newly recovered knife to the ground she unhesitatingly fired the one shot. I dropped to my knees on the soggy wet floor and grasped my neck. As the blood burst through my fingers like water through a broken damn the girl reached out her hand. I intuitively held one red stained hand to her as she pulled on the locket still dangling from my outstretched fingers. She looked me dead in the eyes as she reach down and picked up my only worldly possession. She turned sharply, sliding my knife into her belt in the same motion, and walked away.
By Shann Gooding5 years ago in Humans
The Heart Shaped Lock Only I Can See
The Heart Shaped Lock only I Could See A lession of truth and life Today is my 15th birthday. My name is Kai and I was to begin training as an executioner and guard. That all changed when… I found out the towns dark secret. Now I wont bore you with all the details, for even if I wanted to I don’t have much time left. I just hope whoever you are who finds these records and letters. Please head them and never give up on humanity. It may be hard now to see but good people are out there.
By Jeziel Soler5 years ago in Humans
The Heart Shaped Lock Only I Can See
StThe Heart Shaped Lock only I Could See Today is my 15th birthday. My name is Kai and I was to begin training as an executioner and guard. That all changed when… I found out the towns dark secret. Now I wont bore you with all the details, for even if I wanted to I don’t have much time left. I just hope whoever you are who finds these records and letters. Please head them and never give up on humanity. It may be hard now to see but good people are out there.
By Jeziel Soler5 years ago in Humans
Hey You! Mind Your Own Body Please
There are so many stereotypes and assumptions that come to mind when many people see a fat person. A few might be that the person is lazy, or they eat a lot of unhealthy foods and don’t care about their health. However, like every other stereotyped group, this may not be true for many overweight people.
By Aria Dailee5 years ago in Humans
When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit
I still remember the day I got the dark circles around my eyes. I don’t remember how it came into my possession, but I had a torch. When my dad said it was time to finish the chapter and turn the light off, I did as he said. Then, listening carefully until I was sure he was at the bottom of the stairs, I picked up my book, pulled the torch out from under my pillow and carried on reading.
By Jenifer Nim5 years ago in Humans
pain...
Pain comes in many forms. For example, there could be two siblings that just witnessed the death of their mother but those two siblings will not feel the same pain, they will both feel pain but not in the same form. Many people don't understand the effects of pain.
By brooklyn bird5 years ago in Humans
My Personal Solace
Have you ever taken a moment, by yourself, to sit and reflect? Not just on other people and what they need you for, but on you. I don't mean you as a person, but your soul. Do you know yourself that deeply? Not many people do. That's probably why most people look so miserable or sad even when they are out in public. I've done this reflection time and time again. Yes, it does help calm me, but the only time I feel true peace is with my music blasting while I do my thing. What's my thing? A lot of things, actually. To sum it into a single category would be to simply call it "Art".
By Sharon Smith5 years ago in Humans
Where does the time go?
It almost seems like yesterday, twenty years ago. This song was written, released in 1983 and sung by Kenny Rogers. This song talks about how much easier and simpler life was back then. He is correct, even now looking back to 2001 things were easier. Now twenty years later our country is on the verge of collapse and no one seems to notice.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee5 years ago in Humans
