humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Waxy Windowsill & The Dried Up Sponge
Ouch! As the bright red blood smears all over the pale page from her little black notebook, she had a paper cut. Not knowing that she had bandaids, she grabs a tissue from the other side of her bedroom. Various of posters of her favorite mystery shows, lay flat on her wall like tall trees. Dinner had already passed with her soup getting cold. This soup was prepared by her mother two hours ago, and the broth started to evaporate. The sound of the TV muffled in the background as a trail of her mothers blanket invites her to sit on the couch next to her. Adjusting herself, she slowly turns her head to see her mother fast asleep. She carries her mom to her room and tucks her in. Closing the door behind her, her stomach started to sing in a loud tenor tone. She quickly went to the kitchen to warm up her soup. Sitting down at the dinner table, she brings out her little black notebook and pen. Black ink started to appear with pauses for what to write next. The empty bowl that sits next to her was evidence that she enjoyed her meal.
By Nabiela Fadika5 years ago in Humans
Changing the World
It wasn’t a long walk to the bus stop. Raina and Charlie made it every day on their way to Kit Garden’s Elementary. Charlie always had his green sneakers, and Raina always had her little black notebook. Charlie often wondered what secrets she kept stashed away in that mysterious book. Raina never let anyone see inside.
By Cyrus Addison Lane5 years ago in Humans
OFF THE LIST
Laura finished her shift at the Diner at 1:00 A.M. Exhausted as a lethargic Koala Bear she clocked out and stumbled to the car. Driving this tired is actually much more dangerous that driving under the influence. The car pointed home and arrived safely without incidence. Her robot mode skills of sleep stupor have been honed to Ninja skill precision.
By chris campbell5 years ago in Humans
Birds and Girls
Earl is some guy from who cares where. Less than twenty people know his last name and he will say that doesn’t bother him, but it does. He had a 40th birthday party recently. There was four people in attendance: his mom and dad (whom he lives with), an aunt, and his cousin, whom he hasn’t had any contact with in over five years. His parents, in their humble abode, hosted the small gathering. His mom made lasagna, his favourite.
By Matt Lucas5 years ago in Humans
Blue Book
Every morning for William Hollow began the same, an alarm from his phone and a new message in his small blue book, they were like diary entries really. Perfectly detailed, perfectly accurate only written in advance and mostly definitely not written by him. They were far too meticulously written detailing every second of his day from 5 minutes in the morning familiarising himself with his schedule to the inevitable traffic he’d encounter on the way home. It was his perfect little plan so much so that it didn’t allow for much else other than what it told him to do. This was fine though, William remembered a time before the book, one with time to worry and threat, one where he didn’t know what was around every corner.
By CitrineLemons aka R Leslie5 years ago in Humans
That Old Car
Scarlett stared out the front window of her old car the most beautiful sunset filled up the Florida sky. She was in awe of the oranges and pinks that seemed as if created for her. She had been on the road for four hours leaving the place she had called home for the past five years. Memories of her past life flashed in her head as a familiar song played on the radio. “is it too late now to say sorry, cause I’m missing more than just your body” she sang as car was filled with Justin Biebers voice. “In one mile take exit on right.” Siri interrupted her vibe. She hadn’t touched her phone since she put her directions in, and she knew for sure notifications of missed calls and texts filled her phone.
By Alexandria Nichols5 years ago in Humans
Save a Life
Trembling hands dragged the worn, fraying fabric closer, shoulders hunkering down as Preston fought against the cold threatening to seep into his aching bones. Years out in this type of weather had made him resilient but tired. He’d never wanted to adapt to such a thing but life in the streets had forced his hand.
By Michaela Anderson5 years ago in Humans
