humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

Code of Misconduct
Lettie Burgess stared absentmindedly out the grimy window as the train clattered along the tracks towards the city. She traveled this route every weekday and was familiar with every dilapidated building and colorful graffiti tag along the half an hour commute but today was a Saturday and the main deviation from the normal was the luxury of a double seat all to herself. The lack of funky body odors emitting from sniffling strangers came a pretty close second. It was just her and six others sharing the peace and quiet of the train carriage as it swayed and clanked its way closer to the city skyline that pierced the distant horizon.
By S Z Piraner5 years ago in Humans
The Stranger
A slam of the door and it was done. I hadn’t the faintest idea as to what I would do now but my feet didn’t stop moving. They wouldn’t let me turn around and apologize, they would hardly let me shake out the pebble that found its way into my shoe. The stone knocked my toes and rolled down to my heel but I hardly noticed. I hardly noticed any of my surroundings. I had walked these streets so many times that I could find my way home in the pitch dark. But this time I didn’t want to remember anything. The people passing by and the buildings around me were beginning to blur from the water filling my eyes. That's how I wanted this whole thing to be remembered. Just a blur.
By Adrianna Bridge5 years ago in Humans
The Bank Job
A bank had a need for a computer technician who could link all of the computers at the bank to a new network. The bank manager had been instructed by the computer company managing the job to list all essential bank codes in printed format in a separate, secure place temporarily while all of the computers at the bank were being added to the new network. Once the network was set up, the bank manager was instructed to destroy the printed list of codes immediately, to avoid a breach of security at the bank should the list get into the wrong hands.
By Mark Pumphrey5 years ago in Humans
The Flip of the Switch
“Ma’am, are you lost?” I couldn’t help it. I flinched. I turned towards the sales clerk, impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, and said: “No, sir, just having a look around.”
By Dani5 years ago in Humans
Ross and the Little Black Book
The rain pelted Ross in the face jolting him from the sleep he fought so hard to get. As he rubbed his face, he was reminded of the grim reality of sleeping on the streets. He could feel the pain in his bones that sleeping on concrete brings. He was accustomed to sleeping in uncomfortable conditions as a soldier. He could sleep just about anywhere in any conditions. War does that to a person.
By James Reed5 years ago in Humans
Nothing is Without Limits Except Love
It was brutally cold outside as Maggie made her way to the food bank. She tucked her head between her shrugged shoulders in order to help deflect some of the wind. However, even with her bulky puffer coat and turtle posture, it was still bone-chillingly cold.
By Mick just Mick5 years ago in Humans
Acoso
Me desperté y me dispuse a caminar un poco por la ciudad. En realidad odio caminar por la ciudad pero, siendo domingo por la mañana, las calles estaban bastante despejadas y había poco tráfico.
By Lara Sanson5 years ago in Humans
How he played her.
It was Dec 22,2018 7:32am when he yelled get out three times to his ex in front of the children. She had on a black tank top showing skin and short shorts that showed her thighs it was pink and black the plaid shorts. That’s the way he had kicked her out.
By Gabriela Marcial5 years ago in Humans
Where do I come from?
Where do I come from? I come from lemonade stands. I come from swing-sets and cul-de-sacs. Where even the most expensive neighborhoods don’t have gates.
By Kristen Nazzaro5 years ago in Humans
Does Culture Excuse Inhumanity?
What constitutes as culture? Is it just the material objects from different countries that identify its unique identity in this world? Is it the language that has developed and influenced their citizens' communication between each other? What about the mannerisms and behavior a being shows and conducts themselves as a fellow citizen of that country. In truth, it is a combination of all those mentioned and much more.
By Alisia5 years ago in Humans
It Is Written
I always thought my life was crappy, but today takes the cake. My mother just died of a heart attack and I am completely numb. CPS is sitting here with me asking me questions about next of kin and who can I live with? I do not want to think about this right now. I’m still trying to wrap my head around my loss. “Ms. Dillard!” A voice jolts me out of my thoughts. “Yes, I’m sorry,” I reply. “I still need his name. He isn’t listed on your birth certificate. I have to do my due diligence in speaking with any and all potential family members,” the social worker replied. I frown. I tell the woman, “His name is Lawrence Murphy.” She asked, “Do you know where he lives or his phone number?”. I shake my head no. “Okay Ms. Dillard. Come with me I will take you home to grab a few belongings and we will take you to the couple that will be fostering you.” I look up at her confused, as I expected to be placed in a group home. “Am I going to live with someone?” “Yes, I have a couple lined up already. They have been waiting patiently to be approved and I put in for you to be their first foster. They are the Russells. Do you have everything you need?” I grabbed a photo of me and my mother from the mirror. “Yes”, I replied.
By Mariko Blacknall5 years ago in Humans
The One Hit Wonder
The One Hit Wonder Rain clatters against the windows, as I sit in another Toronto traffic jam. The wipers on my little red mini’s windscreen are barely keeping up with the torrent of water falling from the black sky. The car in front moves forward a few yards, and I hurriedly close the gap, lest some chancer from one of the lanes next to me, tries to squeeze into the minute gap.
By Genevieve Charles5 years ago in Humans