humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Everyday Life of Miss Hilly
At a funeral, even the air seems different. To Penny Farthing, the air that danced around the scene of people mourning her grandmother was soft and comforting. It floated through the trees with notes of chamomile and well-loved paperbacks.
By Courtney Alicia5 years ago in Humans
Rebel Hero
It was a rainy and stormy Friday night. The front of the hospital was thick with pedestrian traffic. I stare at my glaring mobile screen: 21:00. The day had just begun for me and I could already sense tonights graveyard shift was going to be a drag. I take the staff elevator up. The strained sound of mechanical whirring takes me to level 8.
By Hillary Cheah5 years ago in Humans
Nighthawk
Perhaps it was her instincts that told her not to move. Sudden jumps would startle the target and she’d have to start from scratch or give up entirely. Then again, she just knew this would happen. If her instincts were that good she would have turned around and left straight away. God knows she wouldn’t have actually taken pictures. What business was any of this of hers?
By Chidi Ekeocha5 years ago in Humans
The Key to Salvation
The Key to Salvation The man’s body lay across the sidewalk. His legs crossed at the ankles, his hands with fingers laced together across his chest. His head rested on a cushion of folded cloth, perhaps a jacket. A cap rested on his forehead, shielding his eyes.
By Anne Maria Bradford5 years ago in Humans
The Observer
My client was fifty-two-year-old Jacob Sanderson, and he was divorcing his twenty-seven year old wife of five years. He came home early from a business trip to find her decked out in leather, flogging a man in a ball gag with a cat-o-nine tails. Sanderson was understandably shocked; his wife had never shown the slightest interest in BDSM in their bedroom. After sending the unfortunate and gagged subservient out into the night, an intrigued Sanderson suggested they explore the world of submissives together. She declined. Turned out, she was paying a wide variety of men to come in and submit to her somewhat painful fantasies. I found it funny that Sanderson was willing to forgive the tryst, as long as he could play, but he couldn’t forgive her for using his own money to cheat on him.
By J Magnuson5 years ago in Humans
The Crossroads
"What time is the meeting again? Not that it matters, I'm sure that I'm running late!", I mumbled to myself. Time management and having the due diligence to accomplish my tasks have not always been in my repertoire. I was en route to meeting with the local missionary Baptist church youth fellowship group. After swinging my car door open, I clicked my seat belt and started my engine in a frantic. An opportunity to atone for my past life and transgressions, I’ve decided to join the youth fellowship group, although they may not take my efforts seriously, as I rush to meet with them 30 minutes tardy. As I head to meet with the youth group at a coffee shop, I began to ponder if this process of ‘spiritual cleansing’ and adapting to a ‘pure’ way of living was even worth the trouble.
By DukeTheVirgo5 years ago in Humans
A Teapot Full of Problems
A solitary figure trudges his way up the undulating dunes of sand. The unforgiving midday sun scolding the lands below, scattered across the vista is broken ruins of once-great civilizations, their secrets half-buried by the yellow desert sands. The figure moves ever onward, oblivious to the world around him, his eyes focused down at the teapot clutched in front of him, deep in thought.
By Liam Sutton5 years ago in Humans
