humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Little Black Book of Bribes
Beep beep beep. Simon tapped on his phone until his alarm went off. It was 8 am, and today he was going with his best friend, Barbara, to pick up their cap and gowns for their high school graduation. As he got ready, he could hear his mom coming through the door. She had just got home from her second job, and she was speaking loudly on the phone. "Yes, yes, I know it's a little late, oh is that so? Can I go on a payment plan?"
By Christina N5 years ago in Humans
In These Pages
Hooded figures stooped in the shadow of a crumbling brick wall. Two, four, or ten Aleksander tried, wished, not to know. Braced against the whistling wind, his body shook. Please, no more. No more. There. Is. No need. Hugging a standard issue twill coat to him, Aleksander let the rifle slip in hand. A pair of stiff marchers deposited another soul with the rest, it collapsed. Reminding him of a loose sack of potatoes. Despite his overwhelming need to be away, Aleksander noticed this one was his today. The soldiers and sacks were respectively distanced in their own neat rows on either side of the courtyard. If one could call it a yard. Of course, each row faced the same wall, but each possessed a markedly different view.
By Adam Thomas5 years ago in Humans
Relentless
By A.M. Giglio My life has led me here as inevitably as your ancestors’ decisions led directly to your birth. But if I’m being honest, it’s still a little weird to think of my wants and needs after decades of serving others. What shall I do with what’s left of my life? Nonetheless, I am applying to colleges.
By AnnMarie Giglio5 years ago in Humans
Passing On:
I’m thinking about genetics. Heredity. What we inherit from our parents. I rest my head against the cold airplane window. As I watch the clouds, I’m startled by the closeness of my own reflection, and I look back at myself for a moment. I try to find her in my features. My mom had such blue eyes, but me and my sisters all have green, the rarest color. I know it’s a little more complex than this, but basically, the rareness of green is its combination of recessive blue with dominant brown. You can’t have green without that blue, even if you don’t see it.
By K.M. Sonder5 years ago in Humans
Tonya's Disillusion
Before Tonya discovered the cheat sheet to restoring the loss of one’s power, it was social suicide to reveal such information to anyone. Stories like that of whole communities shunning the discharged who would be exiled to lives as hermits kept people from ever revealing their losses. However, after Tonya had discovered how to recharge the power of love, though it was still embarrassing if ever such news about oneself slipped out, now it was something one could bounce back from. The catch for the cheat code to life was that a person had to know from where all one’s power got taken from or wasted on. To be able to recharge one's powers it was important for the uncharged to realize the where, why, their powers had disappeared or else the recharger volunteers would lose their powers in the process.
By Alisa Williams5 years ago in Humans
Home Too Soon
In my short adult life I've been known as many things. A mistake, a blessing, a compeer, corrival. The love of someone's life, nothing... a beggar, a thrull, half live or partially undead. living off the bits and pieces from the few civilized who chose to spare it. Hunger pangs rock me in an out of sleep, like an angler's line on an empty tarn. "These train carts sleep a lot better when ain't nobody on em". I heard in the distance Another exclaimed as he adjusted himself in recumbency. Homelessness mustn't suit me well I thought, 7 months in and My pride still thwarts my reality. Unfamiliar with the uncertainties each night brings, let alone the encroaching city air; a nightly reminder that i'm not at "home". Wherever home is. A veteran, not gone long enough to be a hero, home before it was okay to be forgotten. Here I sit. Existing In a non essential existence. "Existing"I glanced one eye to see 8bit sand draining from the digit hourglass on the platform display. "This is home for the night." I told myself as The hour neared 3am I found safety in that thought.
By Devin Moore5 years ago in Humans
Where Heaven Meets Earth
Tarik surveys the rain-sodden path between himself and the other end of the field and looks down at his earth-crusted shoes. Does he dare? He can still feel the sting of his mother’s wooden spoon from the last time he came into the house after a rain, globs of muck slinging from his pants and soles. He hadn’t intended to make such a mess, but he was beginning to see that wet shoes just couldn’t be helped. After all, it's only standing water, mud, and soggy grass that separated him from his most favorite place on earth: The Little Free Library.
By Sarah Miracle5 years ago in Humans
Johnny Scurlock
I violently beat the longest stick in my yard against a piece of timber. This pole had been the marker of property lines between the two plots of land my mom owned. That day was first time I realized that Groveton sucked, I hated this town. This place had been for the longest time, some place I wish I had to only visits like my relatives did during the holidays. This town of fewer than a thousand people made me ashamed to be there because no one truly escaped from there. The only escape for any sort of time was to have a have truck, unless you move to one of the other small towns in the span of a thirty-minute drive. Everyone knows everybody and any other dull cliches people assume about small towns. I was angry because less than twelve hours ago my mom's boyfriend, a man who been a male role model to my brother and me; collapsed on the side of cars with two small caliber rounds in the chest, his last words “You got me good me Beez.”
By Travis A Yanes5 years ago in Humans
