humanity

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

The “Criminal” and the “Felon.”
@Who in the hell is the criminal and who is the felon?! This sounds good already. Titles reel me in when wanting to read. How about you? Did this title capture your attention? Because I know for sure it caught mine but come on y’all let’s see what it’s about lol .
By Butterfly Nation 5 years ago in Humans
I've Been Here 103 Days, I Think
I've been here 103 days, I think. I try to remember every night to scratch another tally mark on the smooth part of the wall, but I'm sure I've forgotten to do it some nights. I'm starting to run out of space. The majority of the walls are either old, corroded and water-damaged, or rough red bricks that can't be drawn on. I can't waste my paper by drawing tally marks; then I'd have nothing to write on. He only gives me 3 blank sheets a week, because I asked for it. That was kind of him. I use the space wisely; I got in the habit of writing in small letters so I could fit more on the page. I write slowly, so more time passes. I don't write about anything important.. only about what I see and feel; what I can't change. But I'll never write about what he does to me. The minute I write about that, it becomes real. I won't accept that as another thing that can't change. Instead, I write to forget. The pain, the fear, the hunger, the cold, the lack of brain-stimulation, the loneliness.. all of it.
By Danielle Gargano5 years ago in Humans
Just Another Day In the Life
If you are thinking of becoming my friend, there is one thing I must confess about myself: I am absolutely capable of causing an embarrassing, very public scene; often and through no direct fault of my own. Er...I mean I suppose I am somewhat at fault because it is a fact that I am very, very clumsy.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Humans
I WAS ONLY 6 OR 7 YEARS OLD
The memory of her has haunted me my whole life starting from age six or maybe seven years old. How do you justify not doing something to help even if you are just a clueless child. We were taught to be seen and not heard back then. Strictness was severely adhered to.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Humans
A Journey of a Song-One Hundred Times
How many days has it been? I seem to recall six nightfalls and six sunrises since the truck left. The sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my face. My eyes burn. I blink but it does no good.
By Bethany Hill5 years ago in Humans
Going Down in History
Francis Browne entered the First-Class Dining Saloon on 'D' deck. A stringed quintet softly played "The Blue Danube Waltz" while passengers dined on the sumptuous fares of the upper class. He strolled happily to his table, greeting fellow diners along the way. Many of these who smiled and nodded "welcomes" had gladly posed for photographs on the Promenade Deck, requesting a tintype copy at his convenience. He still marveled that his uncle had given him a first-class ticket. Of course, the ticket price paled in comparison to the $20,000 investment his uncle had made in the White Star Line, specifically for this floating wonder. His Jesuit training and priestly pursuits would never provide such extravagance; dining with lawyers, bankers, and railroad magnates thrust him into a world truly not his own.
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Humans
A Call -> Action
This is less a story and more an update on my own personal story. I am finally at a crossroads once again. At least, I now have the opportunity to create one through deliberation and action and choose my next direction more intelligently and considerately.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Humans
The Future of Cancel Culture No One Talks About
When asking a variety of humans what they define as 'Cancel Culture', it is startling to hear how contrasting everyone's viewpoints are. Whether defined as 'accountability culture' or 'hating on someone for different viewpoints' - either poses the big issue that it is divisive. Exploring the matter that cancel culture is filled up of gray area but remains controversial on its own for creating such rifts in society.
By Anon5 years ago in Humans
I Could Have Died
We've all had experiences where we "could have died" of embarrassment. Some of us have had many. Often they are silly little moments that pass from memory after a short period. Other times, they can stick with us for months or even years. Sometimes, we continue to feel the embarrassment each time we revisit the event in our memories. Much of the time, there’s no great lesson to be learned from these events, but sometimes...
By Craig Williams5 years ago in Humans
To All the Friends We've Lost Before
Paolo watched the gondolas pass by in the canal, the sun beaming off the water's surface. On top of a wooden cane perched his gnarled hands, spotted from age and life and probably a bit too much drink. Laughter flitted over to him from the cafes, the people's version of birdsong making music for his ears. How he wished Henrietta could have sat with him here, the brisk spring day allowing them to soak up the sights and the warm sunlight. But it had already been four long years since his wife had breathed her last in a county hospital.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
Patience
I never understood why she was the way she was. Years ago it likely would have never even crossed my mind. I was oblivious.
By Cierra Harkness5 years ago in Humans
Where the Crawfish Scream
Where the Crawfish Scream “Well think about it. If you were dragged out of your home, bagged in a croaker sack, hosed down and thrown into a big pot with all your family and friends to be boiled alive just so some Cajun or Cajun Wannabe could further vilify your existence by ripping you apart before emptying your shell and eating you. Would you be singing? No way in hell. You’d be screaming to the top of your lungs.”
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Humans