humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
African America
The ocean looked like silvery, metallic soup. The beaches in Lewes, Delaware were made of sand so hot in the sun they blistered the feet. The waves lapped upon the shore, then rushed back out with a whooshing sound. The saltiness of the ocean brought to mind fish guts and offal. A ship appeared on the horizon.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Humans
Socio-Malignant Behaviour and it’s aftermath
A long time ago, I read a book called the Celestine Prophecy. I highly recommend it to all human beings. Our current society is riddled with abuse and toxic behaviour. It is a mark of trauma un-healed, or worse completely un-addressed. The can of worms most would prefer to leave on the counter beside the can opener. Better yet, at the very back of the pantry.
By Sarah St.Erth5 years ago in Humans
Universal Law
For the last 2 thousand years we have been subjected to definitions that we have accepted without question. We have used languages and glossaries that have corrupted our intentions and only now are we finding out the importance of vibration, frequency and resonance in the creation of matter. I am a retired creditor of systems that don't serve the benefit of the whole.
By Georgios Dourhis5 years ago in Humans
Sitting with my Thoughts
One year. It has been a year since the world was stood on its head and we accepted our new normal. When during this new normal did I begin to lose my mind? Was it the months of sitting around waiting for news that we can start living again? Was it when what should have been the happiest day of my life, the day I married my wife, came and went and all I felt was nothing. Too be honest that is all that I find inside me now, is nothing. Every day seems like it is on an endless loop wake, try to fake being alive, take some form of narcotic so I can sleep and repeat. I know it will not go on forever but everyday it gets harder and harder to keep moving forward. I was somebody before this, big man on campus. Now it feels like it was all fake and any control that was to be had is gone. Humbled I suppose one could call it, but in my mind it is just defeat. Trapped in the prison of my mind with no hope to get out. Nothing seems to stimulate me. This depression has taken control and my fear is I will never get this monkey off my back. Even writing this it feels as if things will never be the same, the new normal will never be my normal. Where does one now fit in this world? I hold out for hope and that the sun will shine again on our world. I have to hope that we can learn from this that we will better know how much we took for granted. Never will I take my family for granted knowing how much I miss being around them. The endless get together that at the time bordered on tedium are now the things to which I long for.
By Alex Lagase5 years ago in Humans
Sun, Sand, and Sea
I was baking in the long-awaited heat of the tropical sun, one arm draped over my eyes and glorious drops of sweat trickling down the backs of my legs, when he tossed the book onto my bare belly. He was always doing things like that: provoking.
By Geraldine MacDonald5 years ago in Humans
Nancy Walters true story
I was born in Phoenix Arizona on February 26,1954 to a Eugene and Roberta Cockeral. When I was 1 and 1/2 my brother Micheal was born on December 6,1955. My mother having realized she could not take care of and my grandmother was to sick gave us to her half sister and her husband to take care of they were Benjamin and Ruth Crist. Benjamin was in the Army and he was being sent to Italy to serve over there. I was 2 and a1/2 and my brother was 6 months we were adopted. Our last name at that time became Crist.
By Nancy Walters5 years ago in Humans
Transformation
910 Transformation Hope of escaping the stifling heat of our first Virginia summer sent my brother and me deep into a pine forest just across the street from our new home. Hidden in the interior we found a creek inhabited by frogs, snakes, freshwater eels, and crawdads. Following the languidly moving water along the stream bed for a quarter of a mile, we arrived at a miniature canyon. Flowing into the narrow mouth of the canyon caused the water to move faster. Tumbling and splashing it filled shallow hollows in the rocks along the sides of the shallow canyon. Trapped in these pools, the water transformed from frenetic to calm in the blink of an eye as though under a magic spell. A rusted saw blade half-buried in silt sent the water leaping into the air as though it were alive and excited about the journey it was on. As we explored, a cloud burst let go a torrent of warm summer rain. While my brother scurried for cover, I became entranced with catching the raindrops dripping from my eyelashes with my tongue. The short-lived storm passed quickly and we got back to exploring.
By Donna Snyder-Smith5 years ago in Humans
The Flowers of Langdale Lane
In a large yard at the end of Langdale Lane rested an old brick house. A woman wearing a lilac dress and no shoes was hammering a for-sale sign on a wooden post into the ground. Each thump of the hammer pushed it further and further into the ground, and after a while, when it seemed sturdy enough to withstand whatever might come its way, she stopped. She stood in front of it, facing the house with her hands on her hips. She nodded in satisfaction, and went back inside, bracing herself for the inevitable inquiries that she would be soon have to face.
By Caroline Peterson5 years ago in Humans
Paying for someone else's bad choices
Start writing...So why do I have to suffer for someone else's bad choices? I mean haven't I made enough of my own bad choices? I have no cualms paying for those, there my bad choices. But paying for another's? Not to mention the payment is unbearable and there not my choices!
By Thomas Plourd5 years ago in Humans
The Ghost in the Piano
I was a little girl with big dreams. I pinpointed the most expensive item in the house which was a Nordhiemer Piano built in Toronto in the early 1900's with Ivory keys. I dreamed big things on this piano. Of being somebody one day who makes impact, change, and difference.
By Heather Cunningham5 years ago in Humans
I Chase the Comet
It was a familiar noise, but John Everyman went to his second-floor window anyway. The back yard of the house next door. There was a dog, Jack Russel terrier, white and leggy, made of springs and enthusiasm but the owners were out for the day and it was locked in.
By Felix Alexander Holt5 years ago in Humans
