humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Thrift Store Finders, Thrift Store Keepers?
Frank was having a bad day. More accurately, he was having a particularly awful day, after a long string of bad days. He had argued with Liza again that morning. This time over the unpaid internet bill, but it was always something. Then, his car broke down on the way to work. He had to call a tow truck to bring it to a garage and grab a cab he couldn’t afford to the warehouse. There, his supervisor Bill wrote him up.
By Lindsey Harrington5 years ago in Humans
Beneath Her Bridge
As the thick blanket of stars wrapped tightly around the sky, Margret pulled her feet forward through the gravel. Her arms seemed to sway with the movement of her body, and her jaw hung down with complete exhaustion. Her mind was filled with deep worry and sadness. Night after night she would manage to drag her old and worn body along the dark streets and back underneath her bridge. Her children had named the bridge after her and had called it their home for a little over six years. Just like her children’s, her socks were stained brown and had more holes than cotton. They all shivered as they slept and carried the same look of grief in their eyes. They would spend their days searching for plastic that floated down the river, just to make enough money for some warm bread.
By Kailah Schultz5 years ago in Humans
What Hurts the Most
Alessandra had never known wealth, and had never cared to. Living sustainably, she and her partner Luca had little reason to seek out any more than they had already been given. There is no physical entity which could replace the wholeness of living harmoniously with the earth, and loving unrequitedly with the one who’s survival yours intertwines with. Alessandra craved nothing more than this simplicity, Luca much the same.
By Molly Ellingson5 years ago in Humans
The Picture
Too often, we see these black and white pictures from the 1960’s capturing the Civil Rights Movement workers. Most of the time, we do not know these heroes’ names or even if they were directly thanked for making history happen in law. There is usually no story around them. Around their thoughts that day and the overwhelming rush of emotions they stored. Here is my fictional depiction of what the young lady in the picture was thinking about as she made history as an UNKNOWN hero.
By Tii Danjel5 years ago in Humans
There are no accidents...
I felt so free in my cherry red 1985 Mercedes Benz convertible. The weight of thousands of adventures before me made the tan leather worn and sinkable. The radio was old and worked when it wanted to. Even if I had the money, I’d never change it. It was the only thing my Dad had left me and the only thing that mattered at the time. When you’re twenty-two and lost… in this car I felt truly rich.
By Katie Sweet5 years ago in Humans
