humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
My Current Home
Right before January 1st, 2018, I knew that I couldn't stay in Houston. There is really nothing in Texas for me except family. I really don't even know how to describe my Journey. As I'm writing this, I resist the urge to cry. I didn't know how I was going to get to LA. Someway, somehow I was moving. I needed to be there, especially for my career. I would say, "I'm a writer/director. I want to work in television. I want to work in this industry." I heard someone once say, "If you're trying to get into tv, and you're not in LA then you're not tryna get into TV." How? That was the question.
By Echaka Monjok5 years ago in Humans
GOLD WAS MADE FA' HER.. Third Place in Hometown Feature Challenge.
I grew up in Third Ward, Houston with my mama and three older siblings. It wasn't until I went outside of my neighborhood that I realized we were societies definition of poor and the community that I loved so much was considered "ghetto" and volatile. That reality created a lack of access and very early as a child I noticed the sacrifices and lengths the women around me took to survive.
By bria lauren5 years ago in Humans
You're Not Alone
Parker set his plastic fork down and gazed across the cafeteria. All of the tables were full. Except the one he was sitting at. It wasn’t the first time he had been ostracized by his peers, but it hurt the most. He had chosen to opt out of basketball at the beginning of the season and his former teammates were making it a nightmare for him to be at school.
By Rachel Aikema5 years ago in Humans
Illumine
I sit at my desk, tapping my pen to the paper. What would he want me to say? What would he want to hear? I have no idea. But I really want to get it right. I look out my window, into the night, hoping for inspiration to hit, and am greeted by the flat, white face of a bird. It’s a barn owl, the first I’ve seen in a long time. He looks at me with wide eyes that draw me over to the window to get a better view of my new friend. The glass feels like an intrusive barrier so I struggle for a minute to shove the old window open.
By Alicia Jake5 years ago in Humans
Perception
Why are we afraid of the dark? By we, I mean humans. People. From a young age, we are thought that the absence of light is dangerous. We say, “Rebecca, it’s dark outside. You can ride your bike tomorrow,” or when the power goes out, we yell, “Stay still! You can’t see anything,” as if we haven’t lived in the same house for 15 years.
By Savannah Garcia5 years ago in Humans
Concord Tells His Story
The twins were playing outside. They had been out there all afternoon. It was our routine. The kids would play outside while I cooked supper. I made sure to have it ready by six o’clock every night. I was about to set the table when I called them in.
By Beck Daugherty5 years ago in Humans
Seeking Escapism
That sound again, like a warning call. ‘Beware. Beware.’ It seemed to say. I’m not afraid, thought Lucy. She straightened and drew her shoulders back, puffing out her chest a little. But where had she heard that sound before? ‘Too-wit ta-woo…’, it wasn’t like there were many owls living in the middle of the city. She carried on walking and took a left down a side street. There were no street lamps here and her eyes took a moment to adjust. Then she saw him. She quickened her pace and headed towards the dark figure ahead.
By Liberty Mary5 years ago in Humans
I Loved Having Crushes
When I was a kid, I was the queen of crushes. And by that, I don’t mean that I had any particular luck with anyone I crushed on, but simply that there were a lot of guys I decided I was into. (I wasn’t ready to open up my options beyond guys at that point.)
By Elan Cassandra5 years ago in Humans
I'll choose my own path
And so it goes. A new year has come and with it I left my safe and secure job with no plans whatsoever. No idea what to do next. Some may see this as stupid rash move by an uncontent employee, others may see it as a lazy selfish act, and you may see it as a bold romance with the uncertainty of life. I don't really care.
By Dr. Sterling Dover.5 years ago in Humans
