humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Avatars & The Virtual World
The Old Way Have you ever used dating sites like MeetMe, Plenty Of Fish, OkCupid, Tinder, or any of the other plentiful sites and apps that exist for dating purposes solely? If you have, then either you've struck gold and found the unicorn in the pile of fake profiles, liars, and people there for a simple lay, or you're like millions of others who have given it your best shot and are now too tired to bother trying with any of them.
By Dwayne Chapman5 years ago in Humans
Control
CONTROL The old gelding stands, legs spread as though at any moment gravity might win an eternal battle begun the moment a foal slips from the womb and, before its coat is even dry, unfolds its stilt-like legs to stand. A sound like wind through dried grass catches the horse's attention. Its ears swivel and the animal moves to the boy. The youth's scrawny arms strain as he places a heavy collar about the horse's neck. Hanging on one ear momentarily, the collar appears as a lopsided crown. A suitable symbol of the horse's servitude.
By Donna Snyder-Smith5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Notebook
From 80 yards away, I saw her get up, blazing braids beneath a mustard beanie. As I walked toward her gate, the place of my next flight, she stood in line dazed and swaying to invisible music. She disappeared down the airbridge at the same time I took a seat where she once had.
By Tashana St John5 years ago in Humans
Surprise Inside
Life had been knocking Zinnia down. All of her friends had moved away, and weren’t around to lift her up anymore, so it was a nice distraction when the fair unexpectedly rolled into her small town. She forced herself to go, even though she’d never gone alone before. Maybe seeing other people enjoy themselves will cheer me up, she thought.
By Drea Casali5 years ago in Humans
A (Black) Book Of Our Own. Top Story - March 2021.
It wasn’t a gloomy day when she had come across the notebook, as one always seems to do in an espionage novel. It was actually an unusually warm weather for February that allowed the golden hue of afternoon light the park in a warm manner. Annie had just finished her online classes for the day, and as per her Wednesday routine, she had gone to the park to unwind after a long day. It was not until she had come to her regular bench by the river that her daily routine changed drastically.
By Lara Happymoon5 years ago in Humans
Scavengery
Elizabeth examines her sallow complexion in her bathroom mirror, “Vitamin D deficiency and I’m out of toilet paper,” then wraps two bandanas around her face, covers her eyes with dark sunglasses and slips on a pair of yellow, rubber cleaning gloves, “Safe, so far.”
By Cindy Matta5 years ago in Humans
She Always Dreamt About It
She always dreamt about it. She would read about it in the newspaper, would see it on the nightly news, would hear stories on the subway, and she kept asking herself, why not me? She worked hard all day and led a spartan lifestyle. But she aspired to more.
By Maria Rouco5 years ago in Humans
Against the Glare
Beckham tapped the box of cigarettes rhythmically against his hand as his footsteps trimmed the edge of the road. This pack was his last; he made this carton last the three months since he'd gotten out. It was the first crime he committed after being released —steal a carton of cigs. He promised himself that he wouldn’t break any more laws. He hadn't planned on going back; he was getting too old. A mid-westerner needs to stretch his legs. And he was no boy anymore; he was etching out 62 years like old, wooden school-desk graffiti. When he had gotten out, he packed an old army backpack and took to the road. Hiking. Camping. Sometimes eating.
By Maria Lara Dailey5 years ago in Humans
A Message from Ethiopia
A sine wave of concern washes over me like shards of watery paper mache, sticking to every bit of my day, washing over my soul innards til’ the mask of pericardial indifference I breathe crumbles. Emotional putty, that’s all I really am at the end of a year like this one. Never one for stoicism, I always wear my heart on the proverbial sleeve. How could I NOT care, is the real question; how could anyone not care?
By Clelia Jane5 years ago in Humans
What If You Were Hungry?
What If You Were Hungry? Anna had never been laid off before. She had arrived to work on time as usual this morning after an easy morning jog on the treadmill and a quick stop at Beans & Cream for her half-calf oat-milk hazelnut latte. As she walked into the 7th floor suite of the Hillcrest Tower there was an unusual uneasiness in her boss’s voice. She didn’t think much of it until later that day. Anna wasn’t at her desk for more than half an hour when Sandy, the company’s VP popped her head around the door frame of Anna’s office and asked if she had a minute to come to the small conference room across the hall. "Which client did we lose this time?" Anna mumbled as she stood up to follow Sandy.
By Chad Wilson5 years ago in Humans
