humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Navigate The Stars With A Taurus
Although I don’t believe it to be an exact science I do feel that there is some truth behind horoscopes. You’ll never catch me reading a daily horoscope as if it’s bible, but I have the characteristics of a Taurus seared into my brain for life. I don’t think I would care so much if they weren’t true, but the first time I read these characteristics I was shocked by the accuracy of them and how aligned they were with me as a person.
By Inez Anette5 years ago in Humans
On the Fringes: The Waves
“Kelsey, I am not like you. My life’s led by the passions of now and the monotony of work just isn’t for me”, Mobley shuffled into the rain, raising an umbrella over his crimson head. Kelsey stood in the doorway admiring his redness – his hue an eternal blush, and his heart a fiery blaze. Mobley turned back and locked eyes with Kelsey, extending his umbrella slightly to cover the dead space between the brick storefront and the sidewalk. Offering a curt laugh in apology, Kelsey stepped down into the sanctuary of the translucent covering. Cinnamon was still on Mobley’s breath, and the smell melted Kelsey’s heart as they turned back towards for whence, they came. He’s one to talk about monotony, they thought, after all I know no one else that has such a rapid and persistent rhythm. As the space between the two warmed, and they watched Mobley silently, Kelsey thought, this is why I have friends.
By Nadir Sherrod5 years ago in Humans
Ever Yours, Rosalie
"-dead." "She's dead." My eyes close as the words echo in and out of each ear, repeating over and over incessantly, distorting more with each loop. Like the mosquito that stubbornly chases after the glowing light of your phone-screen at 3 AM, the doctor standing in front of me refuses to let me ignore them. But the only reason that mosquito got inside was because I left the door cracked and the only reason I left the door cracked was because the summer heat was getting to me and I still hadn't gotten around to getting a new AC unit after the last one died rather abruptly. I meant to get around to it but just figured I could get along fine and if I really needed one the world would find a way of getting me one. She always said I was waiting for the world to fix my broken pieces, I never thought she would end up being one of them.
By Marina Saige5 years ago in Humans
Unlocking the Illusion
My pawn shop exists at a junction where reality is threaded with magic. To regular customers, it's just a store. To special clientele, it's a place to purchase items that arrive from another dimension. These special things have a distinct vibrancy, a definite glow, that makes the world around them appear old, faded, and worn. These items get put in the glass case under the till.
By Robin James5 years ago in Humans
Suffering: The Series (Intro)
Back in 2015, 22 year old me chose the subject of pain as focal point for my senior thesis, entitled "The Gain of Loss: The Benefits of Suffering." Recently, I decided to dig up the 24 page analysis of the universal experience of pain from the archives of Google Drive to critique my navigation of the topic, which leaned very heavily on the works of Viktor Frankl and his insights within his book Man's Search of Meaning."
By Alicia Summers5 years ago in Humans
The Right Thing
Saturday started like any other day for Fred. Well other than the fact that this was his first Saturday off in god knew how long. Work at the factory in his hometown had ramped up over the last year. In order to make paying bills more bearable, he was picking up as much of the overtime they would offer.
By Robert Stegbauer5 years ago in Humans
Portrait of a Patron
A tower of loan reminders sits on the front counter. Thirty-year-old Violet’s weekly income is only ever enough to pay a sliver of the interest accumulating. Then the mailman strolls in on Monday at two o’clock without-a-doubt to drop off additional overdue bills and notices.
By Tia Fredericks5 years ago in Humans
For the Love of Money
$20,000. It was more than I had earned all last year between my waitress job and working at the convenience market. In cash. I held the dirty envelope in my trembling fingers and counted it again. I could pay the rent and the bills and have a decent steak. My mouth watered at the prospect. While the burger joint let me have a burger mistake now and then, ramen noodles can get real old after a year or two. I couldn’t help but notice that this wasn’t a smooth stack of sequential dollars; it was a pile of crinkled, used, notes. I felt that someone had taken a while to put this money together. Maybe it was some waiter’s tips or some poor girl had taken these out of her G-string. Some of them really do want to go to law school, you know. Guilt started to rear its unwelcome head. I sighed.
By beth devlin5 years ago in Humans
I’M CANCER, RIGHT?
I was born on the longest day of the year, June 21 1999 at exactly one forty in the afternoon, after a mild earthquake shook the ground. Were those The Zodiac Gods battling over whose team I would be on? Well bad news Gemini God, I am all Cancer.
By Dany Elizarraras5 years ago in Humans
