humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
When You Came to Me
33-year-old Francis Darcy stands against the closed door of his New York flat. He stares across the room making eye contact with his date, Jax. The two are similar in appearance; dark brown hair contrasted by deep baby blue eyes. While they share the same tall stature, Francis’s introverted personality dwarfs him against the tenacious demeanor of Jax’s.
By Randi T. McCray5 years ago in Humans
Time For Love
David was, it would be fair to say, that which many might consider to be, a surprisingly unremarkable man. In fact, some might go as far to state that he was the kind of man who you could meet at least half a dozen times before finally recalling that you’d ‘quite possibly’ met him once before.
By Karl J. Claridge5 years ago in Humans
Thing's Most Teenagers Worry About
Things most teenagers worry about In conclusion, well this list could probably go on and on. But I am going to talk about things, that I as a teenager most often worry about, and I'm sure a lot of others can agree with. Picture yourself in your room, at 13 years old. Just doing “teen” things. Your mom keeps calling your name, and to you it’s the most annoying thing ever! You finally go and see what she wants, and then continue doing your “teen” things. She keeps coming in your room and you finally just burst because she's being so “annoying’ right? Your now 22, and your now on your 3rd time trying to call her to tell her you just hit a curb, LOL. Now, it's annoying when she won't answer you, or acknowledge you. It's funny how the tables turn, right? Every day I worry about losing my mom, and I regret being so mean to her when I was little. Because I thought talking to my “friends” was more important. When in reality, she's my best friend. Don’t be hard on yourself though, because if you're reading this right now, I guarantee you just related to what I wrote. It, is, normal.
By Scarlett Rose 5 years ago in Humans
Unwelcoming Date with Fate
“Ding-Ding-Ding”, Rang the, repetitive, jingle of my alarm clock; that sung it’s consistently annoying tune. Tearing me, abruptly, back into consciousness, every morning. But not today, I’ve been awake for hours, staring at my ceiling, laying in a pool of the cold sweats I've accumulated over the night; inconclusively caused by either anxiety, or my body not knowing what to do with the half a bottle of NyQuil I downed. Today was the two year anniversary of when I lost him, and just so happens to be an unfortunate arrangement that the first date I’ve had since then, shares the day. Serendipity? Or perhaps a sign that maybe I’m not ready, a mental trial so vigorous, that the jury decides to convict Coincidence, the culprit that we use to convince ourselves that we’re over analyzing. Last week, when the man approached me, I felt almost hypnotized into saying yes, There was this weird conscious gravitational pull of captivity, that somewhat allured me into agreeing. In hindsight, he wasn't conventionally attractive. Though, at the time, that wasn’t even a factor I'd sacrifice a thought for.
By Robert wren 5 years ago in Humans
shy
What sort of behavior is customary during a romantic appointment between two people who are unfamiliar to one another? I have never actually experienced any sort of romantic anything to really know the answer to that. Or maybe my overactive imagination prone to fantasy has convoluted my perspective to the point where I cannot even fathom a typical date—whatever that is. No, my mind is much too imaginative for that. Annoyingly particular.
By Allana Pommier5 years ago in Humans
Betterment.
What if we lived in a world where people genuinely did good deeds without expecting anything in return? A man walks on the footpath. He sees another man treading in the opposite direction. He gives way, but he does it without expecting any sort of acknowledgement in return. He thinks it's simply a good gesture to make life easier. How beautiful and soulful would it be if everyone had the same attitude?
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse5 years ago in Humans
The Struggle with Boundaries
I burst into tears the last time my partner left my apartment. It was one of those breakdowns where I knew how ridiculous I was, but I couldn’t stop being ridiculous. I pulled away from them, trying not to let my partner know I was crying, but tears were infinitely flowing. Feelings such as rejection, loneliness, and abandonment infiltrated my thoughts, even though I knew it was bullshit. My partner just needed some space.
By Mari Moore5 years ago in Humans
A Pause in Time
A Pause in Time Since anything began, I have always been, and will always be, until the day that nothing is. I observe everything, briefly, for a moment, a heartbeat, a blink. Then it is no more and I move on, move forward. You sometimes linger there, although I am gone, and you sometimes forge ahead, impatient, not waiting for me.
By Orlaith Reeves5 years ago in Humans
Communion
The city turns gray the night Rochelle Reid dies. The skyline gives in to the festering grief in its core; the brightest of them all is gone, so what’s the point of any of it? In life she painted this place in vibrant gemstone color, but without her it’s nothing more than a stone city of cold haze and muted blues. It’s been raining steadily since daybreak. The hospital chaplain says that it was evidence of God weeping for one of his fallen angels. I know what he actually means but keep quiet out of respect for Rochelle’s mother, who is very old and doesn't quite understand.
By Jessica Conaway5 years ago in Humans
Dream Decanted
After this pilgrimage, she came to stay in Village Nadir, on the eastern banks of that river, at sunset, for several days. While there she rested; taking tea with the sisters lazing in almond blossoms’ shade in the mornings; stretching her weary joints outside House Jerepigo, where widow Jornada worked, at times a seamstress, at times a scribe, in the afternoons; meditating in the spare room of the retired motel on her growth in the evenings.
By Joseph E Colona5 years ago in Humans
