humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Sure, I’m “okay”.
In this world; agression and hate overpower love and peace. I’m trapped in a dream state where I can’t feel my emotions yet I know I am being affected by them. Fear and doubt. Fear and doubt linger in the inner corners of my mind. My mind is a playground for them. They’re guests in my privacy yet it does not mean that they are welcomed to stay. Fear and doubt are a couple. Yes they are dating each other and have made a name for themselves in which I choose to reject. I choose to reject the idea of this conflicting matter. Fear and doubt; you can’t live a life without running into one, but because they are dating one is never far from the other. Fear and doubt conquer my life in hateful ways. I’m no hateful person; the hate comes from living in a state that does compromise my safety and throws my positive outlook on life in the garbage.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Humans
We are a World of Like Minds
After researching and surfing the web, I was left wondering: "is there any original content anymore?" In fact, someone has probably already addressed this exact question elsewhere! With so many like-minded people in the world, how is it possible to possess an original thought or create a unique piece? Perhaps the wording is slightly different, paraphrased, and tweaked just enough to appear distinct on the surface, but you will come across the same meaning time and time again.
By Robin Jessie-Green5 years ago in Humans
The Plight of the Redhead
You have no soul, you are a witch, you are evil, and of course you must have a terrible temper! (Terrill) All lies! Or if you prefer nicknames: rusty, carrots, ginger, freckleface, red, ruby, rudy, and the list goes on and on. (Ginger Parrot Ltd) If it is in love or by permission, fine by me, but how often have these nicknames been used to demean and put down a redheaded individual? Do we really want to all look the same? Why not celebrate our differences and the traits that make us unique! Even the most unique hair color has ranges of its own. Whether it is natural or bottle bred, red hair is special! Red hair - like many other traits - come in a variety of colors, but we are all family!
By Erin Martin5 years ago in Humans
The Switchboard
Nora never drove anymore. But when she saw the old switchboard on the side of the road she went back to get her grandfather’s truck. It took her nearly an hour to load it by herself and now it sat in the back of the old Ford, tied up in a mess of sailor’s knots. Nora eased into the seat, cranked the truck and drove away as she fiddled with the radio. The first strains of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins’ “I Put a Spell on You” sounded over the din of the engine. Its hypnotic chords rose in intensity and washed over her with a sickening dread. Her stomach lurched as she moved to punch off the radio. She struggled to pull off the road as her arms and legs began to prick with pins and needles. Just as she reached the shoulder, her limbs shook harder and she thrashed about in the open space of the truck‘s cab. The ropes holding the switchboard gave way, and it crashed into the truck bed. Her vision blurred as everything went black.
By Kelly Cooper5 years ago in Humans
Shoes Worn Enough to Talk God to Jesus
Jey lifted his mask and took long drag off his vape pen one foot pushed against the corner store wall behind him like a kick stand. His curly hair and beautiful skin complimented his short stature and slim frame; he wasn't like need-a-sandwich skinny but more of a cool thin like Whiz Khalifa or Travis Barker. Nevertheless, if you ever met him it felt like he was ten feet tall. He spent the last several days hanging out in front of a corner store at a strip mall in the city, people watching the patrons and passerby’s; but he only kept returning in hopes of bumping into a local man who went by the name of Shoes. They met about a week ago, but they engaged in deep conversations like they have known each other a lifetime. If he had not met Shoes he probably would have left as abruptly as he came feeling like there was nothing here for him. Jey leaned over and dug into his backpack sitting at his feet and pulled out his little black book he carried everywhere; he sometimes jotted notes when he and Shoes talked.
By Rashad Cannon5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
This whole digital world has been my predominate form of communication during this pandemic. Sometimes I hate it. And I get it, obviously it serves a purpose because we have our limitations with physical interaction; we should be grateful that we have an easier way to talk to each other compared to years ago when people had to travel on horses to send and receive letters. Blah, blah, blah. I exhale. As cynical as I sound, I have a valid reason why I “hate” it so much. Each time I FaceTime my boyfriend, Raul, I yearn to talk to and hold him in person, but I’m constantly reminded that time and distance is a disrupter in how we envisioned our current life to be. It’s been hard without Raul physically here. Gosh, I wish he could see how empty the train carts look. It’s oddly peaceful yet weird.
By Niktazia Roldan5 years ago in Humans
Confused Girl
At this point I don’t know what to do with my life and I’m pretty sure you may not know what to do with yours either whether you are 21 like me or older or even younger. Regardless though, even though I don’t know what to do with my life there is still a lot I want to do. I have so many goals and dreams and if not that I have so many skills that I can turn into something but it’s just so hard and confusing. I have been going back and forth with myself on whether I want to start selling something or just start providing a service but it’s like everybody is doing something, it seems like there is nothing left to start and it’s kind of hard to be original these days because people are so picky.
By Leah Ellis5 years ago in Humans
The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life Rudy sat in his grandfather's old pickup truck staring at the dusty clock that read 11:15. Fifteen minutes to go. In one hand he held an envelope with 20,000 dollars. In the other, his sister Yesenia's most prized possession, a black moleskine notebook that he had taken without her permission. In between his legs sat his father's gun.
By cynthia flores5 years ago in Humans
Stolen Valor
Kapri lay awake focusing on the rim of Mark’s mouth. She couldn’t fall asleep and didn’t think she needed it. She was 5’10 of detached concentration, focusing on the lightest patch of Mark’s mouth to see if she could catch his black stubbles grow in real time like she was watching a time lapsed video of a flower sprouting. It was a game of concentration.
By Scott Dresden5 years ago in Humans
