humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Interview
"What kind of an interview is this?" I kept an inquisitive smile on for the Zoom camera. I thought our exchange had been going well. I'd gotten hopeful. Mistake. Why was this supposedly professional woman, Ms. Logos asking me about the nature of the human soul? How did that pertain to working as a remote customer service consultant?
By Laramie Kay Sasseville5 years ago in Humans
The Desk
Though the sky was heavy hung with creamy terracotta clouds like the fleshy belly of a salmon— clouds that promised rain to come— Doll did not give a second thought to the laundry she had left out on the washing line. Something had happened, something so inexplicably wonderful that even now, when she held the slip of paper with her name and that number printed in such wondrous, terrifying proximity that she could scarce believe it, or even allow herself to consider believing it.
By Elizabeth Jean Bowie5 years ago in Humans
The Gift Of Giving
Ellis Grover was doing his best not to fall asleep as the train rocked him slowly back and forth. It was mesmerizing and oh so relaxing and he fought closing his eyes. The clickity-clack of the metal wheels on the track only added to the hypnotizing effect. Only one stop to go and he'd be at his station and only four blocks from home. He needed home.
By Gina Holland5 years ago in Humans
You don't want to flush that
3pm. Focaccia time. Today it consists of 3/4ths bread, and 1/4th tuna with cheese, tomato sauce and basil. Not bad. The summer sun beats hot air against my face as sweat pours down my arm pits. I am sitting on the same street bench in front of X Gallery; the main mall in the bustling center of the central shopping street in Geneva, Switzerland.
By Belen Baixauli5 years ago in Humans
Globetrotter
Stood in the middle of the stalls, Michael internalised his surroundings: the stampede of hooves, the jeers of winners and losers, the smell of beer and stale cigarettes wafting from one side of the viewing platform, the smell of perfume and wealth emanating from behind the red velvet rope at the other. Turning towards that red velvet rope, a look of contempt creeping upon his face, he thought it funny how he could be looking beyond it with the same judgemental eyes that were likely watching him from within. The disdain felt between those at different levels of the social hierarchy was no stronger felt than at the horse racing - a pageantry of the classes where one specimen may view the other; a human zoo of sorts. Those at the lower end of the spectrum complained of the haughty, entitled demeanour of those at the upper end, who in turn looked upon them as uncivilised and crass.
By Alexandra O'Donovan5 years ago in Humans
Randonaut
What is Randonauting? Randonauting is the act of using the Randonautica app to generate truly random locations sourced with quantum entropy. The user can then choose to venture to these locations to see what they find. They often discover that what they see lines up with their intention, which is what they were thinking about when they generated the point (from raundonautica.com/about).
By Linnea Saltel5 years ago in Humans
Leave Me With This
The money came during the heatwave, the fortieth suffocating day of it. Rest had become foreign to me, eyes filled with the grittiness of hours spent turning pillows, dreaming of typhoons, and tsunamis, and ice. And my father, of course. He floated into my dreams when he got the chance, hammering at the window and growling under the floorboards. It had been a year since he died, yet, still, I could smell him all around me, the scent he had in the final weeks. In the heat, I started to smell like him too, and in my delirium thought I was dying.
By Abigail Catherine Peters5 years ago in Humans
A Little Bit of Kindness
The small black journal lay innocently in Arden's bag. The book itself seemed of little importance; the pages inside, however, were a different story. They contained poems spelled out in tears and laughter. There were doodles scratched out and redrawn or morphed into something new. There were daily notes and intimate thoughts not meant to reach the eyes of anyone else. Last, there were dreams. Dreams and wishes written out with hope and inked with want. The small book innocently contained the deepest desires of its owner and there they will stay. That is, they would have if not for one forgetful moment.
By Molly Finch5 years ago in Humans
