humanity

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

The Lottery Winner
Chris questioned the wisdom of this choice, again, a few minutes before the massive blast. He sat in his seat, in the stark room, listening to the radio, and looked out the window at the scentless ocean scape of emerald green five hundred feet below. He thought, “Who would have thought that winning the lottery would have brought me to commit this act?” His personality and degrees in Critical Thinking forced debate with himself, again.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
Changing of the Guard
Davin Ross stood in front of the mirror in his apartment, examining his reflection. He was critical of the way he looked in a suit and tie. He had spent nearly a decade in uniform, on assignment to guard one US embassy or another, occasionally providing a secure escort to dignitaries and other visiting VIPs. He’d left the military two years prior when his option to reenlist coincided with the sudden death of his father.
By Heidi💫5 years ago in Humans
The sad tickets
Buster Scaler stood under a flickering light, in front of a grimy mirror. Left, and then right, his eyes noted cracks in white tiles. Below, the basin was the recipient of many unknown punishments. None of these eyesores, however, compared to his reflection.
By Kaavyamay Anyaay5 years ago in Humans
Bella's Prejudice
Bella was in her veterinary office in the large mushroom in the woods. She had a heavy workload. Flitting around, tending to her patients, she was grateful for her fairy wings. Many of the woodland creatures were getting injured while trying to escape the flames of the nearby forest fire.
By Nancy McLay 5 years ago in Humans
"No Victims Allowed"
Vocal Contest Submission By Dawn Ingianni and Camille Barbone “No Victims Allowed” One night, as I was driving home from a performance in Manhattan, it seemed like every license plate I passed glowed a soft, golden color. I remembered thinking , “did I eat or drink something that could have cause this halo effect? But it seemed that only certain license plates glowed, and the rest of the night was the same 24 that most musicians, who don’t heed the examples of those that came before, were experiencing. Life as a performer is a grind, but it is “our grind,” and it we love it. Performers are creatures of habit.
By Dawn5 years ago in Humans
Boarder
Their gold necklace read Mole, pronounced as Molei. Nicknamed ‘skin’, they used to be a known gang member who had a change of heart after an incident that involved a transgender teen, who was killed by a member of the gang they had put together. The teenager was their own sibling. It was determined to be a hate crime against Trans people. They decided to continue their sibling’s transition journey as an homage to their loss. That is why they use the pronoun ‘they’.
By Romeo Bidar5 years ago in Humans
Molly's Journal
It was around midnight when I was walking through a part of town I hadn’t been before. I scuffed my shoes across the pavement, cocked my head upwards to gaze at the dense patches of dark clouds hanging above the suburbs. A cat jumped off one of the yellow bins and leaped across my path, entranced by the aroma of boiling chicken and noodles trailing from the back door of the takeaway. Breeze blocks stood between the road and the concrete squares of yard for each building, a man nursed his back against their gritty surface. His face was sheened by a day’s hard work in a stifling kitchen. Cupping his hands around the final stub of a cigarette, he shielded the dying spark from flatlining.
By Emily Francis5 years ago in Humans
Arkansas
“Arkansas,” he said sarcastically... “Don’t you wanna move to Alaska instead?” “My family lives there...” She utter with a sigh. “It will be temporary... Until we can get back in our feet.”
By Frank Santana5 years ago in Humans
''The Den''
Clock out time , ''finished a whole shift and still don't have a taste for anything'' so I thought to myself. I decide to walk the strip viewing all the beautiful remodeled buildings. Downtown, Cincinnati doesn't look the same at all it's a new building almost everyday. As I walk I see through the big floor to wall windows, all types of clothing stores and coffee shops still no food yet. The sun is setting anything would be nice right now. Walk about 2 more miles away from the federal building where I work and notice a brick building about 4 stories high. With one small window on the side , the first floor bricks look fresh as if they were just put there but the rest of the build seem as if it hasn't been touch over 100 years. Being one of the smallest buildings ,you'd might walk right pass it if you don't pay attention. ''The Den'' is what it was called and its a food spot so I went in. Even the door was made of bricks. The first thing you see is the great big chalk bored staring back at your from the entrance wall to wall. Filled with all types of food and combinations everything served fresh from steak to salad. A little area to the right was for ordering no cashier or customer except for my self so I have time to skim the whole menu. My stomach growls a little bit when I read a tomato chopped avocado taco. It sound so good at the time, ''that is what ill have'' I thought to my self. Out of no where a employee is in front of the cash register I couldn't even tell you where she came from I didn't see . Feeling baffled I walk toward her ordering the tomato avocado taco. She took my order gave me a number said ''It will be about 15 minutes'' and advice me to have a look around. Walking around the square room I noticed how the inside bricks had a home texture to them as if anyone was welcomed to get comfortable . Just four small tables neatly place in areas where you'd think a window would be but nope . Just the one small window to the left, right by the chalk board. Still trying figure out how I missed the cashier entrance knowing the the only door was the one I came in and the only thing behind her are was the rest of the chalk board . Ninety –two she called out already having a small brown bag with two handles in her hand for me to reach out for ''Enjoy'' she said with a warm smile. ''There in the bag'' she said politely as if I already finished my sentence to as for napkins. Confused as ever I nicely grabbed my bag, lost for words and continued to go home . All I could think about was eating my food and getting ready for work tomorrow so that's what I did.
By Ashley Gibbons5 years ago in Humans
The Catalyst
How stupid could I be? To think, that I’d be the one to make it out, to overcome the odds. I’d done it all the correct way, made it through high school with all the correct grades, made it to a prestigious university and for what? To have my ideas stolen right from under me by the first white male who is about as qualified as my doormat.
By Maya Pilgram5 years ago in Humans
The Blue Marble Man
It was a Tuesday. The man was sitting with his jaw clenched. A bead of sweat ran down his right sideburn. The anticipation in the doctor's office was palpable. As the clock ticked, the man's focus dissolved into a daydream.
By Fletcher Barnes5 years ago in Humans
Dog Fight
The smaller dog was trying his damnedest: teeth bared, scrawny legs spring-loaded and ready to pounce, and voice raised with the most ferocious barks he could muster. The bigger dog was unperturbed and uninterested. As their human caretakers passed each other, the little mutt snapped his teeth at the great dane. The towering hound barely glanced at the yappy pup, gave one apathetic boof, and continued down the sidewalk. The smaller dog was reluctantly pulled along, but as he trotted away, he seemed content to have put this altercation behind him. Who knows what he thought he had been defending. I’m sure the bigger dog wouldn’t even remember this disturbance to his afternoon walk. The humans certainly wouldn’t remember, and the various other passersby on the sidewalk hadn’t really noticed the scrap to begin with.
By Dalton Mark5 years ago in Humans