humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Little Brown Package
The damn thing was delivered just as I was finished packing my bags to check out. A knock on the door, a little bellhop handed me a thin package wrapped in brown paper, a little bow, and the hesitant wait. I sighed deeply and reached into my wallet for a five-dollar bill. My last five-dollars. It was dumb and reckless. I wasn’t expecting a package and why the heck am I tipping someone five whole dollars just for doing their job? But my ego, that little voice in my head, didn’t want this perfect stranger to go down to where the other hotel employee’s hang out (somewhere in the dank basement I assume) on their break and tell them about how the guest in room 417 was too cheap to give a tip after hand delivering a package when it could have been left at reception for them. The thought of someone, even a perfect stranger, thinking badly about me was too much. My anxiety and ego couldn’t handle it. So, the five dollars was forked over. Along with a smile and a ‘thank you’.
By Megs Darcy5 years ago in Humans
The Miracle in The Gift
Alexa’s voice goes off “It’s your 5:30 am alarm.” In a half sleep state “Alexa, alarm off” “Good Morning Jade Song. Today is January Saturday 25, 2121 Today’s weather in Neo Washington D.C is sunny with the temperature the highest of 44 degrees. Earth, Wind and Fire- September.” The loud sounds of the bass and brass as it floods my speakers. My neighbors must hate me. I don’t want to get up. I should have never partied so hard with the fellas last night planning today’s Alleycat. It just seems to have just been a rough patch back to back. Boyfriend put me out on my 37th birthday a few months back, the same day The Old Man gets into an argument about my mom and we stop talking. Good riddance to both. The Old man wasn’t shit anyway he left me on my grandma’s doorstep with a note. I just got in contact with him three years ago. Bad timing, divine intervention.. I don’t know.. With my luck I never know what the universe has in stored.
By Aenoi Sayanongsa5 years ago in Humans
Secrets
A young man strode through the revolving glass doors with a grey satchel slung over one of his tense shoulders and stress written in the lines and shadows of his face. His eyes hinted at his youth; the curve of his lips, at his charm. His bone structure insisted that beneath the weariness that hung upon him, he was handsome. “Good morning, Rose,” he called to the young woman behind the front desk.
By Emma Laurens5 years ago in Humans
The Diary of Autumn Redden:
Little Black Book Challenge. 11/09/1992 I have never been good with introductions; however, I would best describe myself as introverted, observative, and unconfrontational. This is probably contributed to having an “eventful childhood” in a close-knit town, with a rather large family. As I have become older, I now assume most people have experienced trauma and grief in some way or another. I believe, one should be more conscious in the decision to accept their past for the sake of being more present to life occurring in the moment. With that said, I once made a promise to a young man named Joseph Fox, and this is me acknowledging the impact that he had on my life.
By Hannah Siebert5 years ago in Humans
The Last Request of Heinrich Abelard
Heinrich Abelard was a man who had lived a full life and long. As a boy, he had worked to rebuild a nation. As a young man, he had fought a war for his people. As a man, he had come to America with his family and built a home. Heinrich was a man who had labored all of his life. Now he was dead, and his niece, Annaliese, stood in the midst of mourners in the old man's living room, listening with passing interest to the reading of the will.
By Leah Fisher5 years ago in Humans
Walking the Plank
“This is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me.” Jenna looked up from her leg, where she’d been slathering sunscreen with a smile on her face in the bright morning light as the 78’ sailboat she was keeping watch on gently bobbed and pushed further south in placid seas and easy wind.
By Nicole Poirier5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Notebook
Today is my first day here. It's cool, the room seems large but a lot of my peers block the view. I see light from the windows though so I like my new space. The last place I stayed was far more cramped and stuffy. Safety measures for transport and all of that. I met my caretaker earlier this morning. Her name is Gwen. She has a curly bob and it fades from brown to purple, her uniform is green and covered in pins, she chooses to wear a collared shirt underneath to add even more of her taste. She's about eye level to me so I would guess she is about five feet. She greeted me with a “aren't you lovely” kind of expression. Dusted off my jacket and noted my silver name tag.
By Olivia Serino5 years ago in Humans
