humanity

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

JUST LIKE JASPER
JUST LIKE JASPER I was running low on gas and pulled up to the gas pump and turned the engine off in my ’66 Ice Blue Fastback Mustang. I noticed a brand new Gold-Colored Camero at the other gas pump as I was about to exit my car….then a Handsome Brother came out of the store and walked to the Camero. He gave me the nod when he noticed me. My brother’s girlfriend Maxine burst through the door and headed for the Camero but then spotted me.
By PAT CHANEY5 years ago in Humans
Those Same Stars.
They laid on top of the sanatorium that night. The stars spiralled above them, lighting up their faces with the hope of an infinite future. The hope of a fate that stood in their favour, untarnished by the wickedness of human nature.
By Alex Barbu5 years ago in Humans
The Fallacy of Diversity
If you were expecting a blog post about the dance troupe Diversity and their Britain’s Got Talent performance then I apologise for fooling you. I actually wrote this before that whole situation even occurred. But I promise, this is still a good read.
By Byran Ferrol5 years ago in Humans
Rumours of the rink
Lillian waited. Three days to be exact, she was waiting for the private ice time she had booked. It was going to be the first Asra actually doing their long program in full. Asra again refused to wear the newer skates. Lillian was watching them put on their skates.
By Jaeden coltess5 years ago in Humans
I Don't Have Any Friends, But.... Top Story - October 2020.
Yes, being alone does not mean I'm lonely at all. But there are people who have asked me over the internet: "how do you survive without having any real-life friends?"
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Humans
Detention Hall Matrix
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL COURTYARD WHITE STONE, QUEENS NEW YORK A couple of high school boys are outside in the snow discussing there favor comic books and manga series.
By Ephirium Crimley5 years ago in Humans
YEAH, THEY KNOW!
There are these two couples I know. Both couples have been together for a few years and both have a peculiar dynamic: in each couple, one of the partners is clearly and by all accounts, not a good person. In the first couple, the man is obnoxious, rude, verbally abusive, and quite unpleasant. Moreover, he acts the same with every person he meets; his behaviour isn’t only directed at his wife. In the second couple, the woman is profoundly mean, rude, quick to anger and a bully. Just like the man in the first couple, she is that way with everybody, not only her husband and kids. I guess they both get points for not being hypocrites; they get points for being assholes.
By Freeman Binagana5 years ago in Humans
Dear Diary
In the darkest hour of the night, amidst the shrill cries and yells, the last caravan took off to an unknown destination. A chain of trucks and cars followed each other like ants following the trail of pheromones left behind by leading ants. The scent that each unit of this caravan emitted was of fear and horror. Inside the womb of these mechanical travellers were people, cattle, furniture, books and memories that formed the central part of the smuggling paraphernalia. The caravan passed through the tunnels, over the bridges, along the rivers, and beside the rocks. People remained in the murk, not knowing when the night gave over to the daylight. The tarpaulin cover of the vehicles kept them aloof from the outside world. After an exhausting journey preceded by the mental trauma of the events, the caravan came to a halt.
By Satyarth Pandita5 years ago in Humans
Planned Spontaneity
Is it even possible, yes, it is an oxymoron two words that are known to be opposites and deemed in the human perceptions to not ever be together or it shall confuse and throw a spanner in the works? What if I told you that we use planned spontaneity every day and the more we use it the more we can question our perceived reality and shift it.
By Jodee Sinclair5 years ago in Humans
Rediscovering
Chapter 1 I saw him walk down the hallway from his office to the bedroom, the room that we only go into when we sleep; at different times, for different lengths of time, with separate blankets and a pillow divider line between the two of us. There was something within the coloring of the skin along his neck, something in the way that he made sure not to make eye contact. He wore his pain like a favored stole, pulled tight, hidden beneath, cutting off his circulation. I knew it was bad. Exactly what "it" was.. I wasn't sure, but I knew that he was not doing well emotionally. But this had become a usual thing over the last 20 years. Anxiety, obsessions, depression, egg shells, snide little comments, pettiness, anger, and passive aggression the likes of which could win awards.
By Narayanna5 years ago in Humans
THE SECURITY GUARD
It was a nice summer morning, even though i was at work stuck inside behind a desk. only daylight that shown through was through the skylights in the ceiling. I enjoy my job i've been there for six years, but today was different i met the security guard that was hired on a week ago. She was tall girl with a mohawk, i don't normally give girls like that the time day. We started talking and joking around she would show me pictures of girls that would send her pictures. Telling me that the only girl she likes is the one she dated a few years ago. she was telling me how that girl screwed her over and broke her heart, by cheating on her with her ex boyfriend. Day after day we would talk and joke around, after about a week she told me that she could not find me on facebook. and that is when i told her that she was looking for someone that goes by a different name, the look confused look she gave me when i said that. So i explained that i go by my first name and my mothers maiden name. in which i gave her my phone for her to find herself on there a few seconds later she friend requested me i accepted the request. From that day on we not only joked around at work but on messenger as well. We would both flirt with each other more her then me i do believe. i started crushing on her at some point just don't know when how or even why for that matter. Before i could say anything, she told me that the love of her life is back in her life and that she is coming out to her place that night. I was crushed keeping my feelings to myself never letting her know how i felt.
By Paige A Taylor5 years ago in Humans
That's Another Story
"I am immensely grateful for this pen!" I say to myself as a start writing this story. Let me back up and fill you in. I threw my back out two nights ago. That's another story but basically -- I was foolish. As a result, my yesterday was spent in sometimes controlled and sometimes out-of-control pain. Working from home is proving to be good for my current situation because I was able to move my "office" to the sofa. Yet, still could only get tolerable, not comfortable. I had to take two clock-out breaks just to lie down and rest during the day.
By Hope Hubbard5 years ago in Humans