humanity

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

Brewing spins on old recipes & Drawing for my friends and family
I am not a very talented artist when it comes to drawing and painting, I only draw what I know and what I love. My main form of therapy as an emotional sieve and as an release is writing poetry and writing short stories. Romance is my absolute favorite thing to write about, if you haven't noticed from my stories on here!!
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Humans
Of Chickens, Rhubarb and Broken Windows
Way way back in the mid 1970's, at just 21 years of age, I decided to give up my job as an engineer and to go and explore the big wide world, to do a bit of living away from the mundane grind of being a motor mechanic.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Humans
First Kiss
First Kiss In the fall of 1977, Ben Whirling got his first taste of love when he came back to eighth grade a changed man. And it was the oddest most superficial thing in the world that had made all the difference. His hair had been a thick unmanaged mousey brown his first eight years at Saint Alphonsus, but three long months in the swimming pool over the summer had turned it into a bright and finer golden blonde that glowed around his face like a halo. He stepped off the school bus totally unaware that the world as he knew it would never be the same.
By john mese5 years ago in Humans
It's How I Grew Up.
The way of the world has gotten controversial and confusing, with too many trigger words and too much bias. I know in my mind and in my heart that it’s a way of turning the world towards a much better light, having many truths of many different peoples winding their ways to the forefronts, causing some to open their mind to other truths as the old norms slowly fade.
By Brenda Flynn5 years ago in Humans
O'Malley's Books
It surprised everyone in my hometown when my eighth-grade football coach and PE teacher, the always affable James "Coach" O'Malley, took early retirement and opened a bookstore.
By Shawn Ingram5 years ago in Humans
Where Does It Hurt?
No one is asking, because you were the one who would’ve, eventually, if anyone was going to at all. But I’ll tell you anyway.
By Tina Wargo5 years ago in Humans
Judgment
I am always the girl that stays quiet, secretly afraid. But I’m sick of pretending and keeping up this charade. People don’t know me, they just like to assume.
By C.M.5 years ago in Humans
1 Year Anniversary
March 18, 2020 I have been yearning for some quiet time; time to be able to rummage through my thoughts and find some that make sense. There is too much noise around me, too many demands, too much of the same as always. Nothing else has stopped and nothing else has changed, except me. The physical is obvious and the mental/emotional is attempting to stay hidden so I am perceived as strong. Perception is everything. Strangely and unexpectedly, I feel stronger. I feel more powerful. My energy is surging, providing me a type of drive that I've never felt before while erratically fueling my mind. Very difficult to manage a single thought, even more to elaborate on it without distraction. Focus is hard. I thought I wasn't angry, but there are times when I lash out angrily and feel guilt immediately after. I do not want my children to suffer...
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Humans
Fighting the Black and White
Surrounded by darkness my whole life, drowning in others' strife's. I am finally coming up for air, realizing it was never fair. My inner world has always been filled with color, and I am building myself a life full of splendor.
By Maggie Washelesky5 years ago in Humans
Dreams of Being the Joker
Dreams of being the Joker. It was in a grand hotel, ocher street lights lead to the front door. The lamps of each floor are off and the windows blocked, the interior is setup for Halloween. The top seven floors of the building are all linked for the party, each floor its own unique design. I was heading to my room, seeing so many people along the way and enjoying their reactions to me and my costume.
By Skylar Joel Harris5 years ago in Humans
My Colors
Red is for the blood that every man bleeds. There is no black, brown or white blood, just red. It means we all bleed the same. Red means life. Red is also my favorite color. The red in the the American flag stands for the blood shed for freedom, maybe the red in the LGBTQ flag stands for the same. I am unique because of this color. All of the colors of the flag mean something. But red stands out.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee5 years ago in Humans
Healing Cycle
This is a short story I originally wrote in Wattpad for their fundraising partnership my Maybelline for mental health awareness month. The requirements on Wattpad are for it to be under 500 words. Vocal’s requirements are to be over 600 words. So there’s a few changes. You can find the original version on Wattpad. My username there is Chloboshoka.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans