humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
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
One Day Owl Know Better
One Day Owl Know Better "Well, I wish you would’ve asked me first. You can't be so inconsiderate of people’s feelings all the time,” snapped Megan. I feel bad to say I was kinda empty as my sister told me how my actions affect her especially since an unforeseen event caused her personal possession to be permanently lost. I needed an extra bookbag because I left mine at my friend’s house, so I went into my sister’s room and borrowed hers. She had discovered it was missing before I was able to put it back. In all reality, I was not able to put it back because I accidentally left it in the weight room right before football practice and when it donned on me that I left it, it was too late. The bookbag was gone and it wasn’t in the lost and found. Neither were my clothes that I left in it. It’s so weird how stuff comes up missing. Like, why steal someone’s stuff just to keep it hidden? Where could they possibly wear my clothes to? What kind of thoughts does someone have when they put on someone else’s clothes purposefully outside school so they don’t get caught. Are they ever nervous to be seen at the store by the person they stole from? O wait, I guess I can kind of answer this question myself considering I just tried to borrow my sister’s black bookbag and return it before she saw it missing.
By Juanita Hernandez5 years ago in Humans
Night Eagle
Night Eagle By Anthony Dunlap An unseen paintbrush sweeps across the sky washing it in a series of watercolors. What was once a bright blue, slowly became a mix of pinks and oranges. Then all transitioned red, violet, ultramarine, and finally deep black. The mysterious artist finalized the masterpiece by poking a million holes into the canvas, then lighting and setting a cosmic candle behind it. The night had finally arrived and Luna in the sky had temporarily won her eternal battle with Solis.
By Anthony Dunlap5 years ago in Humans
Navigating in the Dark
I was putting my five year old son to bed when I first heard the screaming. It seemed to surround the entire house. It was coming from the backyard, then the front. It was definitely outside of the living room, now it was right outside my son's bedroom window. It was not human, which was a comfort. No animal large enough to be a threat would venture into our neighborhood. My son was asleep now, the screaming was still everywhere.
By Shelley Lynn5 years ago in Humans
What was your all-time favourite childhood toy?
What was your all-time favourite childhood toy? Sometimes this additional security question comes up when you forget your password and try and log in. To be able to retrieve your password you need to answer a few security questions. Typically, I just type whatever comes to mind and hope it works.
By Delusions of Grandeur 5 years ago in Humans
The Encounter
The Encounter I am on my way to my sister’s house, just rounding the curve. I must have taken a wrong turn. I’ve never been on this road before. I am already running late. I can hear Sheila yelling at me now, but that nagging thought of being lost won’t leave me alone. The clock on my dash verifies that I am indeed an hour overdue. My sister has bullied me all my life. How is it that she’s doing the same thing now, and she’s not even in my car?
By Patience Young5 years ago in Humans
A Return to Wild
It’s nights like these when the wind is a cool snake on the snow winding ever forward and the moon, an icy sphere guiding our footfalls that I think most of home. We fought for this home and it welcomed us and rewarded us with beauty and forgiveness and mirrored the wild within us. It was nothing like the house we once claimed in the desert of Arizona. I look to my companion next to me and I can nearly hear the beat of her heart against her chest as we move respectfully, quietly along the snow-heavy trail, our snowshoes making gentle impressions on the crisp white. We ourselves are but animals forging forward in the night.
By Aj Slepian5 years ago in Humans
Home
On December 15th, 2002 I watched the snow fall over the streets of Chicago for the very last time. They don’t tell you when you’re young just how hard it gets when you’re older. They don’t prepare you for the cold that the world hits you with. It never used to bother me so much. I have never been the type of person to let fear strike me or the cautions of others get me down. The realization that the world is a bitter place is more than bitter in itself, but it doesn’t come as a surprise. I used to sit back and watch the bitterness unfold before my eyes. I would watch people pass me on the street, ignoring me or throwing disgusted glances. My dog, Mara, would bark occasionally, giving a low growl to anyone that dared look at us with distaste. There was once a time where I thought it amusing. I used to convince myself that it wasn’t actually as bad as it seemed, that maybe I was just seeing it in the wrong light. I see now with no light at all. I have no rose-colored glasses. My lenses are gray and always fogged.
By Seth Maurizzio5 years ago in Humans
