humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Not part of the sky, but all of it
In 1988 at 11 at night on the 25th of January (just two days off from being a cusp with the previous zodiac, Capricorn) I was born into the world, making me the astrological center of my brothers. I never put much into astrology, but I suppose if you understand the connotations that come from being an Aquarius sun, if something exists I have to know about it, like an alien discovering a new planet and trying to fit in, so lets just get into it, shall we?
By Karalynn Rowley5 years ago in Humans
The Bag
Damien was somewhat sad about his life. He lived with the bare minimum, sleeping on a couch he picked up from an alleyway. In winter, he slept in his jacket and used his 70’s era oven to try and warm up his small apartment. He lived on dumpster dives. He took most of his clothing from lost and found bins, and his one plastic cup, plate, and bowl he had stolen from the local Walmart.
By Sarah Bartlett5 years ago in Humans
Haven's Day
From the time they performed what they believed to be the most tame and yielding job in recent memory, no more than five days had come and gone; and it was interval of time wherein the unforeseen aftermath they left behind set about proving its eminence. Outside the plane window variegated clouds drifted in myriad, yet they were devoid of power to generate any new thoughts within him. As he looked out, an idea of distance became apparent, signaling his drifting from a proper destiny, a route which he and they all, took deliberately. They were now at the end, and Andrei Adbraith remembered his knowledge of the possibility, but the feeling had never entombed him like it did two days ago, when Sergei passed away at the hands of police, on cusp of being saved from the opposition, representing the hostility of the person from whom the stole. He never thought of New York as he did now, the grave of a dear friend and the land of portends, for the strange vision and Sergei’s death had recurred to him continually in spare moments. A four-sided, glowing gemstone, whose light had gone out on a singular side, spun sitting sun-like amid an angelic assembly who looked upon it, and upon Andrei, as he sprinted to the side of his friend and knelt beside him as he lay dying. He remembered yelling for Sergei to say the Our Father, even if not audibly. But Sergei’s body, except for his soul’s windows, had given out, and the red pool started as the gunfire hemmed in. He remembered taking Sergei’s green duffle bag and sprinting out of the alley and out of sight. He found time to change from his navy coveralls to dull pedestrian clothes before getting onto his scheduled plane without being compromised. And after landing, like an ordinary civilian he walked through the Miami International Airport, carrying two duffle bags, walking quickly. He tucked a newspaper under his arm from a magazine vendor to add to his image. He found a taxi outside quickly and got in.
By Heart Rainer5 years ago in Humans
It's a Wash
“Hold on I need to use a different headset, it seems as though our connection is weak,” she said nervously fumbling about to find another audio set. She then offered her apology for not knowing fully how to use the Apple computer she had borrowed from a friend just for this follow up Zoom. This was extremely important Zoom. It was the first follow up to the only interview Myta Khondros had had in nearly 8 months after COVID had taken her job. Dawson replied, “I can hear you now. I just wanted you to hear me extend our offer to have you come onboard with us our new Financial Data Expert.” She almost let out a shriek in excitement. She had just packed up some things ready to move in with a friend after maintaining on her diminished savings. But things would be better now. She could get back on track with her first job of ‘21. “Oh my gosh. Thank you so much, I am grateful for the opportunity.”
By Michelle Burke5 years ago in Humans
A Gifted Lottery
Twins played outside of Juliet’s apartment building. They did not live here. Having read the lease agreement five times before signing, she knew the rules. No pets, no aquariums, no under 18 residents, and no carnivorous plants allowed. Though addendums existed for service animals; Juliet knew of none for service children. She made a note to later contemplate this as a viable treatment. Logic offered they were visiting family in the building; Juliet doubted this.
By Zoë Chrzan5 years ago in Humans
Finding The Way
Eddie Taylor had never had to pee so bad in his life. Well that’s not entirely true; once he’d actually pulled over on the side of the Cross Island Parkway driving from Westchester County to Long Island, cars narrowly missing him at seventy miles an hour as he scrambled up the embankment and as far into the foliage as he could. To say it had been a close call would be an understatement. The relief had been palpable.
By Mike Peterson5 years ago in Humans
Written In Stone
After dinner, I wearily left the base tent for my own bed. Christopher, eyeing me uncomfortably as I collected my small, black notebook, tossed my bag over my shoulder and left. I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling as I walked through the flap on my tent.
By Brook Taylor5 years ago in Humans
