humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Dark Past of Silent
The feeling of down as if falling. Deeper and deeper you go, the more heavy it all becomes. Seeing so many happy, it’s like being drained of mine. Moments to myself happens allot and yet the more you try to comfort yourself, the more you fade into darkness once again. Reverting back to the kid you once was. Afraid, shy and confused. Wondering where my next meal would come from which person will mentally scar me next.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
Do You Know The Benefits Of Hugging?. Top Story - April 2021.
Many of us know that hugging has lots of health benefits. But in case you haven’t really read or taken the time to get to know your inner self as well as you need to do to understand why hugging is vital for us, read on.
By Roy's Corner5 years ago in Humans
The Golden Seas
I love this painting. Something about it soothes me from the inside, and calms my mind. I can stare at it all day long, and it never seems to get old. Even the name “Golden Seas” has such a calming demeanor about it. The majestic wooden ship, with sails drawn high, gliding above the powerful ocean waves with the sun barely peeking through the clouds. You could invent a thousand stories to go along with Charles Vickery's beautiful piece of artwork, and boy have I ever.
By Daniel J Price5 years ago in Humans
Combination Safe
The executive suite did not measure up to Audrey’s expectations. To begin with, the glass coffee table was hideously outdated, as was the boxy entertainment cabinet that housed a bulky television set and a DVD player. On the bed lay a tacky duvet with green and blue seashell patterns swirling all over the rough fabric, creating a nauseating image that could not be ignored. A planned distraction from the rest of the unappealing decorations in the room perhaps. Amid the questionable décor was a mesmerizing painting of a ship sailing on a sun-soaked horizon. Not a cruise ship, gaudy in its 21st century build, but a beautiful ornately assembled wooden ship. On the bow clung a commanding figurehead, depicting a warrior woman throwing a spear in combat. Massive sails caught a gust of wind that guided the ship towards the engulfing orange horizon, while a flag bearing the image of a family crest whipped vigorously off the stern. Audrey was sucked in, but she knew she had to hurry. Martin would be back any minute. She took the ship painting off of the wall and set it carefully on the floor. Behind the painting was a safe. 01-99-03 was the combination, a detail she found too easy to acquire. The door opened at the first try and five bricks of cash fell out onto the worn carpet. If Martin had been telling the truth, then Audrey was now in possession of fifty thousand dollars.
By Ellyn Ussery5 years ago in Humans
The Unsinkable One
Sailing with the unsinkable one It would take a lot of strength and patience to sail with an atheist, narcissistic and unorganized, human being given that an avalanche of deep fishing in New Orleans in 2019, in Lake Pontchartrain, has a blissful cinema to sail. One Saturday evening, I received a phone call from a friend named Simon who needed an extra hand at the dock for his boat. Of course, I was willing to help, but deep dark rooted streaks of silent lightning was a warning with a significant loss of life on a night of stormy weather. "It is the tale of a sea of spirits that awaits us," I thought to myself. Strong current waves were hitting the stairs by the lake in New Orleans, Louisiana, and as I arrived at the dock, my friend Simon said, "We are going sailing!" Who are we? I responded. He said, get in the boat. We are going sailing tonight; I'm in agony and worrisome, "I don't think tonight is a good night to sail, Simon." "Get on the boat," as I rolled my eyes, "you are unbelievable, you know that?" I looked over, and I saw a horse. Well, his dog reminds me of a horse. However, she was a pretty Doberman pinscher, with a heavy taser chain around her neck, which he would taser to have her attention and listen. "The freedom of a dog," I thought. So are we going to have this massive shower curtain in the air so we can sail?" I said. Do you mean the mainsail? He said. I am asking; because I do not see it on the boom? Well, unfortunately, we are not; because I have added the engine to the boat. Are you kidding me? An engine on a sailboat, so this means we are not even sailing? Are we total imposters on a sailboat with a motor? No, silly, sometimes an engine is needed to engage or maintain control of the boat. Ah great, "what a daily bread of an adventure," all of a sudden I hear a-hoy! Captain Jack herer! What in the trolls? Dude, thoughtfully, I responded, as he was on the phone/radio with the bridge tender to pass through the drawbridge. As the transit began, I had a feeling this was going to turn into twenty hail marys and three of our fathers.
By Olivia Grace 5 years ago in Humans
Tell Them How It Happened
Our world changed the day the ghostmen came ashore. We had grown hungry in the days before their arrival. Our fishing nets had been coming up empty and unusual rain had driven the land creatures from their feeding grounds, leaving us with nothing to hunt. You know all too well how it feels to go without food, my son; but back then, hunger was a rare thing. We served Nature, protected and preserved Her, and in return She gave us all that we needed. So when food became scarce, we thought we were being punished for something we had done wrong. It wasn’t until later that we realised the scarcity of food was not a punishment, but a warning — a warning to flee.
By Joel Pryor5 years ago in Humans
Waiting
I will know, by month’s end, if I am widowed. That’s not so bad. Men are hard to keep track of. Sailors especially, and if drowned in particular. We might wait years, or decades, for news that does not come. And you do have to wait--at least officially--rather gauche to move on, and then, God with his jokes, your beloved comes back. Hardly unheard for the sea to keep men a time. 10 years, 20 years. I wonder at this: Is even the ocean so vast? Perhaps those men wreck somewhere tropical.
By Mike Eisen5 years ago in Humans
What it is really like being twenty-two.
When I think about being twenty-two, I am overwhelmed with a sense of feeling lost. I've graduated from university with honors, I'm in a stable long-term relationship, and I've secured a full-time position. And, while I'm content with each of these aspects of my life, overall, there is that lingering feeling of being lost.
By Silvia Spinn5 years ago in Humans
Flowers of the Sea
Alex slowly took in the horizon in front of him. Being out on a boat was like a second home to him. And honestly, it was his primary home. Watching the horizon spread out for endless miles, he’s alone in the boat who took on the shore as if it was just a simple strip of land between another valley of water. Another place to explore. He side softly as he realized the ships on the horizon were no longer his place to hide. He realized it was time to get back and begin the task again tomorrow.
By Bianca Hubbard5 years ago in Humans
The 8th
Nothing is worse than being grounded for the entire summer. Sam scoffs at the unreasonable punishment that’s bothering her way more tonight than it did all summer long. She lies on her pillow-packed bed, plush and comfortable, flipping her pink polished nails through the pages of her new read. Haruki Murakami’s, IQ84. A fiction exploring the theory of a parallel reality seems fitting for her current predicament. An alternate realm where she’d be with her friends tonight, dancing at the end of the summer bonfire. Perhaps staring in the eyes of and cozying up to Jace Shepard. A long sigh follows the thought of Jace, he’s a specimen of ultimate perfection and the highlight of her dreams. Now there’s the reality she wants to live in.
By Luna Jupiter5 years ago in Humans
