humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
For the Love of Flowers
The day began like any other as the dread of repetition and predictability lingered in the air. Catalina sat at the round table of her spacious kitchen, staring at the stacked bills of cash. Paisley, her Persian cat, suddenly brushed against her leg with a persuasive meow, commanding her out of her lost trance.
By Carisa Starr5 years ago in Humans
Her Feet Hurt
Her feet already hurt. She was not sure how many more of these days she could endure. However, since the rent was due in two days, the obvious answer was at least two more. A small run of bad luck had left her without a car, a shattered cell phone and very few resources. If she could just get through the rest of month, it was bound to get better. It HAD to get better.
By Dorothy Prophet5 years ago in Humans
Waves
I finally get to see the ocean, it’s as vast as my dreams. The water feels cool on my feet, feet I got from my actual father. Along with the book that brought me here. A small black leather bound book, with less then twenty pages- not that it mattered when words would disappear off the pages at 8 a.m. Days ago although it feels like a millenia; I lived in a dirty cell, those adults tried to pass off as rooms. The probing doctor- I hated that center that was for trouble and disheveled youths. I was an orphan or at least I was under the impression that I was; from losing my mother to a fire. I was institutionalized for not grieving enough when I was shell shocked by not knowing how basic needs would be met so I did not have the luxury to grieve in school. Doctors at the institute tried everything to find my father; as a way to avoid foster care, but an orphan with no parents to authorize or approve psychological tests. I was the perfect test dummy.
By Ruben Ramos5 years ago in Humans
Horizon
The warmth of his bed felt like it was cooking him alive. Body heat had built up a pressure beneath the blankets that had begun to melt him from the inside out. His eye lids were too heavy to lift. The sweat on his brow had pooled to its brim, and the sweat dripped like tears into the well of his eyes and down the ridge of his nose. He struggled to release himself from the cocoon of blankets, but they stuck to his damp limbs and torso, pulling his joints to their limits as he struggled and stretched – desperate for a gust of cool air and to release a bit of the steam. Finally, his toes found an edge in the blankets and a bit of the pressure and desperation was released as he reached his leg out as far as it would go.
By Erick González5 years ago in Humans
Leap of Faith
"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to leave alone," Henry David Thoreau. It all started on top of a cliff over looking an ocean. My views had been dramatically changed the previous week. My life was about to change drastically within that hour. A week before that chance encounter I was awarded a check of $20,000.
By Alexandra Mayhall5 years ago in Humans
A Special Push
“I thought you’d be running the world by now.” His words shattered my eardrums, reverberating down deep where my soul once had been. It had been ringing in my head for 4 years ever since I graduated from college. Deep inside I held dear to the notion that all my friends did long ago: “You’ll do something great”. But 4 years later, I had failed on all syllables. Every time I repeated them, I repeated each and every failure as well. Why couldn’t I be who I was in Fargo?
By Remington Layne5 years ago in Humans
