humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Changing of the Man
Immaculate in a dark grey suit, Devin tapped one Greggo Orlato dress shoe impatiently. A snap of his wrist displayed a gold Rolex watch that he glanced at sharply. Steel blue eyes transferred their sharpened gaze to the cause of Devin's annoyance. He radiated his displeasure with a sigh as he stood in line at the Stop N Go market. All he wanted was his bottle of ice tea yet he had to wait and wait.
By Yvonne Morgan5 years ago in Humans
Ad Infinitum
Raging through the atmosphere, my soul effervescent. The dark and light swirling and blurring. My eyes ever onward, forward, straining to reach that celestial haven. Then a screaming halt, my soul rocketing away from my being. This couldn’t be. The cosmos whispered, it’s voice both ancient and young, “Not worthy.” Followed by crushing darkness.
By Rachel Keefe5 years ago in Humans
How I became the savage woman
As a 14 year old I signed up to the mailing list for all the animal rights groups. The brown envelopes would arrive, with newsletters and badges and updates on the latest undertakings of these hero’s. Fighting for the victims of blood sports, I admired their courage and resilience. It seemed like something that happened in another world, or time. The sleepy cotswolds with its quaint stone walls and beautiful peaceful landscapes held no opportunity for me. Having grown up in a strict Catholic home, educated by the same oppressive religious beliefs I was like a caged animal. I had an insatiable desire to roam, discover, adventure, far beyond the restrictions of my life at that time.
By Savage Woman5 years ago in Humans
WalktheLine
It was too soon ago for you to remember after it happened. That would take almost a year but then it was like it happened yesterday. Your whole life goes like this due to your PTSD and the delayed reaction disorder it has caused. You're not even sure if it's a documented problem but you are sure you have it, self diagnosed or not, it is real. One of the few problems you suffer from since losing your whole family. A tragic story to be sure but not one that is mine to tell but I will try to anyway. Not to spread gossip, mind you, but to hopefully shine light where even light fears to go. The underbelly of society where the children eaters lurk.
By Vonia Martin5 years ago in Humans
Cold Coffee
Gertrude was an unremarkable person in the way that most people are unremarkable. She wasn’t especially plain or pretty, tall or short, thin or heavy because she wasn’t especially anything. In most things, she simply was. As her mother used to say, “It’s called ‘average’ because that’s what most of us are.” Or, her dad, “Extraordinary people don’t make the world work.”
By Lillian Clark5 years ago in Humans
Open: Social Interaction
So being social, definitely not an easy task, especially these days, but I’m not here to bog you down with the details on the COVID that you already know. Today I wanted to simply riff about being social in general. I feel it’s important to both mental and physical health, and unless you’re a complete hermit (no judgements) you do need that shit. I think that’s been made more apparent by our current situation now more than it ever has been, and dare I say it, in history. A bold claim I’m sure, but I don’t think I’m too far off the mark.
By Quinten Larsen5 years ago in Humans
The Future Lies Within
The Future Lies Within The end was finally in sight. It had been a long 4 years. And by long I mean extremely long and excruciatingly hard. And by 4 years, I technically mean 4 and a half years, but who’s counting right? My time at college certainly had it’s ups and downs. But lucky for me, I found a way to get through it all. Keeping a full-time job and a full class schedule was not an easy feat, especially because I changed majors after my first year. Since I was already a year into my English Lit course load and had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do with that degree after graduation, I decided I should probably change it to something more practical. I figured Business was pretty universal and after going through the different courses required with that degree, I’d find the path I wanted to go. All great in theory - however, with only 6 weeks left before graduation, I still had absolutely no idea what to do next. These things only happen in the movies, I thought. But as I started to feel the walls closing in on my time as a college student, I realized this was very real and very much so happening to me.
By Douglas Conti5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
The old man was always dressed in a black coat. The first time I remember seeing him he looked to me as a ninety year old thirteen year old. That was 20 years ago. His coat was truly oversized for him. He would walk the streets muttering and writing in his small book. This book was the color of his coat, and indistinguishable from his coat as he carried it. The only time you knew he had it was when he would open it and write.
By Catherine West5 years ago in Humans
Yucca Shade
So I was just an ordinary guy walking down an ordinary street in downtown Albuquerque. Nothing whatsoever distinctive or remarkable about me, shorts, t-shirt, cross trainer shoes, backpack, longish un-barbered hair, hoodie, even in summer, generic student, hispanomexinative, no qualifiers needed. I don't play an instrument. I'm not goth, or a scater. I suck at video games. I'm not fat, or muscular. I don't have a girlfriend. General studies is my major and my grade average is just an ordinary B. I guess I am kinda smart, but I don't see any point in applying myself at school, never have. Never found anything I was really into, of course I never really looked.
By Sunny Sampson5 years ago in Humans
The Black Book
I read a lot of poetry, particularly the Slavic poets whose culture I feel a shared and deep connection. When in the bookstores, I rummage through the stacks to seek out the lengthy, tongue-defiant Cyrillic-in-translation names and sometimes find one. A Yevtushenko, an Akhmatova, a Herbert, or a Zagajewski. I have a signed Voznesensky to my credit. My collection is meagre.
By Richard Neftin5 years ago in Humans
