humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Diary of Elizabeth Hearst
10 PM PST Thursday, February 12 United flight LAX->JFK "Per federal regulation, we appreciate your being mindful to keep your mask on at all times. With a flight time of five hours and 47 minutes, we expect to touch down in New York at approximately 6:08 AM. The flight attendants will be dimming the cabin lights for those passengers who wish to sleep. So sit back, relax and enjoy your flight,"…the Captain droned on with all the usual pre-flight announcements. I glanced around the empty cabin and wondered if we could take a vote about the lights. With only eight of us on the flight, it should be easy to determine a majority.
By Ask Valerie Elizabeth5 years ago in Humans
She Chose Again.
If you find yourself asking some pretty big questions in these first few months of 2021, you’re not the only one. We are currently living through historical events as I write this. The worst might be behind us yet we aren’t out of the woods just yet. We have been thrown off kilter. Our core is shifted. What was ‘normal’ before is no longer enough. The truth is fuzzy and it’s a little hard to see where we are going. We have been forced to get innovative and start thinking outside the box we had created for ourselves. As the old crumbles the new is being built while we move by the seat of our pants. It’s weird out here, guys. Really weird. I’m with you!
By Jamie Lee | STELLA BROWN5 years ago in Humans
Serenity
It’s just a book. It’s just a fucking book! She sprinted through the back alley of a city that not even a couple of hours ago she considered her hometown. The murky water splashed at her ankles and sweat rolled down her chin. She wiped at her damp skin, breathing heavily as she tucked the black book underneath her arm. There was no way she could let him have it. She entered a tavern, the store owner smiling at her with familiarity.
By Aerin Taylor5 years ago in Humans
Water Seeks Its Own Level
Water Seeks Its Own Level Catherine’s divorce, finally over after four years of arguing. She and John were together about 10 years,. But only married for eight. She expected to land on her feet as always. She was beautiful at 42..with never a shortage of men trying to catch her between husbands. Catherine was as comfortable playing shuffle board in a dive bar, as she was having dinner “ on the Riviera.” Once you met her you never forgot her.
By Archanette Riley5 years ago in Humans
Conquering Limitations
Here I was, minding my own business when life threw an enormous wrench into my simple existence. I did just fine living alone in my small apartment working as a freelance coder. I hardly had to leave my place due to the great technical advancements of the 21st century. Groceries got delivered to my door along with any other possible necessity I could think of. My work is all remote as I am a freelancer in the IT industry. As an introvert with OCD, ADHD, GAD, panic disorder, and social anxiety disorder, this era was made for me. The only time I ever have to leave my apartment is for my psychiatrist appointments once every 6 months. Now, of course, I’d prefer to never leave my apartment.
By Jessica Ross5 years ago in Humans
The Little Late Book
Ahh Halloween. Who doesn’t love a crisp, cool night riddled with vampires, werewolves, demons and, best of all, candy! Being a 23 year old adult out Tricking for Treats may seem a bit sad but in reality, who doesn’t want to occasionally relive a childhood moment or two? When fate ends your vertical advancement at a whopping 5’2”, why not don a hockey mask, Shatner face, or just a cowl with a cape and roam the streets seeking, with the darkest of hearts, candy. Lot’s and lot’s of candy!
By Greg Cooper5 years ago in Humans
The Little Brown Lilac
For over a decade I worked as a tour guide, or rather on onboard train attendant on the Rocky Mountaineer in Western Canada from 1996-2007. I loved that job, well most of the time. The long hours or showing up to the train station on what would otherwise be a day off for a three-hour baggage duty was less than desirable, but overall it was great to be a professional bullshitter, as friends often chided me.
By Rodd Cruikshank5 years ago in Humans
No Children Allowed
Marlton Street. That was all one had to say, and you knew. On Marlton, the sidewalks were immaculate, the houses more elegant, the vehicles more exquisite and the residents, aristocrats of a different kind. Law enforcement was a non-factor in neighborhoods like Crystal Estates. Many still did not register its existence. On Marlton, everyone kept to himself; it was better that way. Mind your business and the sun would continue to illuminate that side of the world. The residents were expertly trained in that regard. Whatever happened at one’s dwelling remained a secret, kept beyond the bowels of death.
By Melanie Lightbourn-Rowe5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book.
I want to ask you, what do you do when things are simply provided? Do you, a, accept and stay behind the precarious line of not asking the questions you want to, or b, give into what is your first reaction, questioning why and how, never stopping to realize that you can simply just accept and things will be so much easier. And one more question, why is our first reaction to make things harder for ourselves? Maybe because we as humans have always had to fight. Never a dull moment. We simply can’t turn the other way with what we have. It isn’t enough.
By Hallie Richardson5 years ago in Humans
