humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
You Can Make a Difference
Millions of Americans go to sleep every night in the comfort of their own bed, wrapped in a nice blanket, with a roof shielding them from the elements of nature. When the sun rises, they start their day off with a warm shower, some fruit, eggs or coffee, or if they’re like me, they lay in bed desperately scrolling through Twitter for an early-morning hit of dopamine. For over half a million Americans, however, a much harsher reality is faced.
By Austin G Graham5 years ago in Humans
The Perks of Covid-19
In 2018 there was no Corona Virus. I did not have to wear a mask or keep my distance. I was miserable in 2018 for many other reasons. At the beginning of 2019 there was no Corona Virus. I still did not have to wear a mask or keep my distance. I still wasn't having a great time in 2019.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman5 years ago in Humans
Don't Hurt Yourself
Flames, full as a forest, floor the four-acre field of fruit. Cracks from collapsing crops and roars from the fire inhaling the air thunder through the mournful morning. Seancé, sweet Seancé Javier, stands still on the street from a safe distance away, blinded by the blaze.
By Andrew Truong5 years ago in Humans
Don't Feed The Animals
Trina stands at the watering hole watching employees eat company-provided muffins and bagels. They are a motley crew at work: Rachel, the woman who is obsessed with clipping coupons; Marty, the uber-sarcastic male who is woman repellent; Tania, the effervescent nonstop talker; Parker, the CEO; and Trina, the highly-driven, type-A personality who is determined to climb the corporate ladder.
By Hyacinth Andersen5 years ago in Humans
The Choice
It was getting late. With every footprint he became deeper in thought. “Mom, I’m not sure what you want me to do. It’s been 4 years and the days have felt like no time has passed at all.” Grey Waterton was 17 when his mother had passed. After combating cancer for months she finally fell to the illness. That day changed him forever and now he found himself walking on the beach. The waves crashing with this beautiful calling. “This is it, this is her place. I know it.” For years he had been trying to find a place to lay her ashes to rest but nothing felt right. Not for the woman she was. As he pressed on he contemplated hard and decided that tonight he would say goodbye. It was after all the day she passed these some four years ago.
By Hope Ackerly5 years ago in Humans
The Stanger in the Back Alley
I needed a change of scenery; it was my time to explore the possibilities that this life could offer me. I thought to myself, I would dream big, I would take myself on a unique journey just made for me! How long would I be gone? A year, two, or longer? I was not for sure. It was really going to depend on what job I was able to find. I was searching for an adventure!
By Nicole Edwards5 years ago in Humans
SoulMates
If you believe that within your whole entire lifetime you only get one soul mate, it is probably because that is all you required in this lifetime. However, within a lifetime, there are several versions of ourselves that are developed. Each version requiring a different version of self. We become different versions of ourselves through the experiences that we have. That is why the ugly guy in high school, suddenly becomes handsome after twenty-five years or you could have met your soulmate at twenty-five years old and but because you were not where you wanted to be in life, you did not recognize what was in front of you. Whatever the circumstance, time changes perception, and with all the growth that comes with human evolution, why not have more than one soulmate?
By L.L Walton5 years ago in Humans
cookie.
Cookie. I’m a hoarder, a very big one indeed, with a designated trunk full of broken trinkets and junk that’s utterly useless. It’s not a sacred treasure chest I try to hide either; by all means, if you’d like to take a look and dig through, be my guest. But even the closest friends were rather puzzled by the contents of that very box.
By Kannya Nadila5 years ago in Humans
Made to Order
As soon as I walked into the shop from the brisk autumn afternoon, the syrupy aroma of coffee worked its way from my nose, to my tongue, and all the way down to the very core of my body. After a single breath, I could feel the medicinal effects of the shop place. This elated feeling of peacefulness made it easy to settle into my routine. I unraveled my scarf, took off my coat, and hopped onto the counter seat with a menu in hand. Despite not needing it, I casually skimmed my options. Latte. Americano. Iced Coffee. Cappuccino. The sunlight from the bay windows behind me warmed my red sweater; the cozy modest room seemed to come to life as the laughing pictures of guests hung joyously on the walls behind the register, reminding all of us of the best moments in the shop.
By Izabelle Wensley5 years ago in Humans
A Little Help, A Lot of Love
I’m standing in the dark corridor, hesitating, swaying slightly on the spot as I think. There’s a soft, muffled bleep repeating in the distance and the hum of a floor sweeper outside. It’s 2am. The light rain tapping against the window at the end of the corridor blurs the cityscape into refracted fragments of orange, yellow, green, and red. A burst of blue signals the arrival of yet another ambulance in the docking bay below.
By Laura Ganis5 years ago in Humans
