humanity

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

MY JOB CORPS EXPERIENCE CHAPTER ONE
By the time the middle of the year 2007 came around, it I felt a lack of purpose and I hit a wall. I had moved to back to Iowa that May after leaving Orlando, Florida. I lived with my then girlfriend Lisa for the remainder of the year. She moved into this beautiful three- bedroom home in Cresco, after living in Calmar, Iowa for a lengthy period of time. While I still lived in Orlando, I proposed to help her move. I was happy and excited that she finally was moving into her dream home, but I also knew that she would let me stay there because she loved me.
By Sakoli Norman 5 years ago in Humans
Lost and Found
The Notebook He showed up precisely at six o’clock, just as he had every other Thursday night for the past eight weeks. By now, Valerie could almost pick out his elegant black overcoat from amongst the others in the cloakroom just by its scent and feel, no ticket needed. She had taken to keeping it in a special, isolated nook, a consideration she liked to think he noticed and appreciated. She certainly appreciated the twenty he always handed her whenever she gave it back.
By Michael Guerin5 years ago in Humans
Living Lavishly
I was sitting on the couch playing Call of Duty when the shooting sounds stopped and a voice in my headphones alerted me to an incoming call. I glanced at the clock above my tv. 3:18am.
By Taylor Ranae5 years ago in Humans
Toward Something Better
I grew up a mile from a bread factory. Early mornings, hours before the sunrise, a yeasty richness filled my body and breath as I walked to the bus stop. Plastic backpack straps itched my arms, and my thrift-store jeans sagged in an unstylish way.
By Jen Knox5 years ago in Humans
Hexatron Tales - Respect
Chapter 4 – Proclamation Yes ‘twas I, Lord Wilbur L. Fameborn that raised his small man at arms and defeated all the obstacles in my wake, to rescue my fair lady. I traversed great lands and defeated terrible monsters and out witted clever traps of the most vicious of men the Batarians. The fiends had amassed forty three thousand desperate raiders and monsters to battle our great warriors of only a few hundred or so.
By Winston5 years ago in Humans
My Hero, Clifford
I met Clifford in 1993, shortly after I had moved to the mountains of North Carolina to assume the role of associate pastor at a large downtown church. Clifford was a member of a class for special needs adults that met each Sunday. Part of my role was to oversee the education ministry, so I visited this class regularly. It was the highlight of my morning.
By Ken Fendley5 years ago in Humans
Desperate Times
Desperate times “That’s the room. It’s 450 a month, bathrooms at the end of the hall. Rents due first of every month and first month’s upfront. You pay late and you’re outta here. You tell me you need more time, you’re outta here. You start complaining, asking for ‘improvements’..”
By S. Storey5 years ago in Humans
Walking In Two Worlds
I remember asking my dad, "What's a white boy?" When I was in elementary school on the Rez two 3rd graders came over and started beating me up one day on the playground. I didn't understand why because they were two grades older and we never played together. I can not recall what lead up to their decision as they had never spoken to me before that day. "What's up Wasicu!"
By John Cornelius5 years ago in Humans
What Are You?
Ever since I was in school and leading right through to my postgraduate degree and beyond, the one question people tend to ask me once they begin talking is 'what are you?' and this is normally stated by white people. I have been honestly ashamed of myself for taking so long to answer the question, or even answering it at all. With social media, this has happened more often than I like to admit. I have even gone as far as to put 'what I am' in the short 'bio' sections of some of my accounts in order to minimise this question even coming across in an interaction. Have I been successful? Not entirely. But why do I have a problem with the question "What Are You?" - It seems harmless, doesn't it? But it isn't. It's dehumanising and it is a question I have never seen asked to a white person. It seems to be a question reserved for people of colour.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Humans
The Giving Freezer
This story takes place in a post-covid world. The year 2020 was one to remember. All across the world unprecedented times hit humans all at once. A virus had spread across the globe. In just two weeks our entire lives changes, as a whole. We seemed to have more in common with our neighbors but the media, it tore us apart.
By Nancy5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
David awoke to another new day. Still wearing the tee shirt and cargo pants from the day before, he pushed aside mosquito netting and rolled out of a hammock that was strung between two palm tree poles. He checked each rubber boot on the floor for spiders or snakes and pulled them onto bare feet. Through the open sided hut he caught a glimpse of noisy parrots flying overhead.
By Kay Burnett5 years ago in Humans
The Land that I live in is weird
Millions of years ago early man lived a life of fear. Fear of not finding shelter, fear of not being clothed, fear of not eating, or fear how to kill the food , fear of dying from insects and animals above and below. Fear ruled their existence. Fast forward to present day. This world we live in is weird, because we still live in fear. The land I live in, the people that inhabit it, the words we use, the opinions we hold are all based in fear.
By Alfonso Jaimes5 years ago in Humans