humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Bettin' Man
I woke up Saturday afternoon to the sound of my alarm blaring. I rolled over grabbing my phone my fingers fumbling trying to find the snooze button on it. Thankfully before I could I forced my eyes open long enough to see the words "Races in 5" scrolling across my phone. I finally found the snooze button managing to sit up on my bed all at the same time. Though with this came the quick and immediate punishment of my stomach flipping on itself as my hung over addled brain and body tried to make sense of the sudden change in perspective. After I managed to force my stomach back down to a regular position within my body I stood and stumbled my way over to the radio flicking it on as I grabbed my black betting book. As soon as I heard the sound coming from the radio and had book in hand I went and found my way back to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed flipping towards the middle of my book trying to remember who I had even bet on for todays race. I had finally broken even with the bookie just last week so of course I had felt invincible and had taken my last $1000 out of the bank for the biggest bet of my life. There was a horse named Sea Bred who was running at 19-1 odds and if I could win today I would have 20,000 in winnings. That was more than enough money to start over my whole life and actually move forward for the first time in a long time. I had even made a deal with God that if I could win today I would stop drinking and betting.
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Humans
Inheritance
Rowan Pierce hesitated momentarily with his hand on the worn knocker. 'What's behind door number three?' he muttered, sarcastically. He patted the small black Moleskine in the breast pocket of his jacket and re-assured himself for the umpteenth time that this was all going to be worth it.
By Hannah Ferguson5 years ago in Humans
Natural Mystic
On friday November 12th of 1999, a beautiful baby girl named Ubaida was born to Ahmed's family. She had beautiful big brown eyes, tight coils for hair. Dark brown skin that glows when the sun hits it, and shimmers like gold when her lovely mother massages it with shea butter. Her father, Assani, was a hard working accountant who earned a good living to take proper care of his family. While her mother, Sherika, worked as an elementary school teacher. The total combination of their household income was around $180,000 per year, which meant that they could afford to live comfortably even after having their newborn daughter. Sherika was born with a weak heart as a child, so got sick often and sometimes even bed ridden. When Ubaida was around five years old her mother was admitted to the hospital due to her heart and passed away. This was a devastating event for the newly formed Ahmed’s family, but was very hard on Assani. He had to start performing the duties that his late wife used to do, to keep some things that Ubaida knew as normal going on to reduce the effects on her death on their daughter.
By Ubaida Ahmed 5 years ago in Humans
Little Book of Wishes
The sun is starting to rise. The light is starting to pierce through the curtains. There is a woman sleeping ever so deeply and comfortably wrapped up in her blanket on her couch. Her phone starts to vibrate on her glass coffee table. She opens her eyes to being hit with a blinding ray of warm light. She picks up her phone.
By Sergio VanNess5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
“What are you writing?” The guy, the random dude sitting across from me quietly asked. I noticed him. I pegged him for a salesman. After our first casual nod of hey, I see you there, I had no reason to return a glance. But now that he felt the need to know what I’m writing in my little black book, I had to lift up my head to acknowledge that I heard him. Quickly scanning the room to see why he was talking to me, I saw at least 10 people interacting with their phones. They could do so much more on their devices than what I could do with this pen and paper.
By Susan Rhodes5 years ago in Humans
The Simple Man
There was a man who would come by my café and get plain dark roast coffee with no sugar and just a pinch of cream. He was a pretty basic man, nothing about him ever screamed great importance or meaning. He wasn’t the type of character you would deem the main character. He was more of the main character’s ex best friend. The type of character that, while having good intentions, could never quite do anything right. He often struggled to talk to people or at least seemed to, he often kept quiet and stayed to himself scribbling away in some little black notebook. However, whenever the man did say something it was always so sweet and yet he would say it in a fashion that you couldn't tell if you should be insulted or take it as a compliment. “I like your hair” the man would smile with the corners of his eyes wrinkling kindly. If you just looked at the top part of his face you would think of it as a complement but the moment you looked down to his devilish smirk, you’d definitely take it as an insult.
By Luca Ziel de Cruz5 years ago in Humans
Entangled
Entangled Chris sits at his computer and stares at the screen. “I can’t believe that I made it! In five years, I’ve gone from being homeless and on the streets, to winning $100,000 for my invention.” Chris sits in silence for several minutes before he decides to do an Internet search on a woman from his past. He types in the name Sandra Young and clicks on several images and after a couple of minutes he sees the Ms. Young he knew and loved. As he sees her picture, he stares into space and thinks about all of the good and bad times that he shared with Ms. Young.
By Drama Kueen 5 years ago in Humans
Two Presents, 1 Future.
There is nothing like the rush of adrenaline from a fish biting down on some breadcrumb bait, after having stood around for an hour with no action in sight– those where the thoughts of Robert Kane, a 44-year-old, white, balding, slightly overweight fisherman living in a rural city somewhere in America.
By Lev Markelov5 years ago in Humans
Our crumbling minds
“Margie, Margie wake up.” Marg can feel Lenny’s breath coat the outside of her lips like a thick mustard. Lenny hasn’t brushed his teeth in days. She wants to tell the nurses, but she knows it would only make Lenny angry. Besides, what’s the point. There is no one to impress anymore. Well, except her.
By Saskia Davey5 years ago in Humans
