humanity

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

Anchor
I awake seven am in a haze of last week’s blur, with typical thoughts thereupon my mind: work, the unsavory taste in my mouth and the last words of my grandmother, Irene Eva Bingwall. While my mind adjusts to a stable consciousness, my eyes open thereof, and I hear her words echo through spaces between my thoughts, as they have done for as long as my heart has given vessel and my brain has given capacity. We had a deep kinship, from a very young age, that I should imagine, and in many senses, expect, that I shall not experience the likes of which through any intensity or veracity ever again. I was young when she passed, but knew, as she explained from time to time as to have been blessed to have filled her life with all that she could have ever wanted it to be so occupied, which depleted me of worry over her. I, being nine and a half, was by the soft warmth of her when she left our physical occupancy, and as my mind begun to fill of thoughts and questions in her final moments, the sun peaked through the shutter blinds and took my attention with ease as it directed my eyes away from my life and the morning of her departure. Then the moment dawned over me and held me under the brim of a still but unbreathable sufficiency of water. We had arrived at the day of her leaving. Irene had opted for a personal sending off package, which I'm pretty sure meant dying in her own home, but I would think that one with respect for themselves would also choose this route, for it gives both dignity and elegance space upon a private dance floor for a waltz.
By S R Gurney5 years ago in Humans
Narrow Thicket Tales: Mr sparks & Nina Wa
A moody Autumn came tumbling over Mr Sparks, the only fox of Narrow Thicket. Whom beheld himself a loyal and dependable friend, and looked rather dashing and handsome as he, twisting his body from side-to-side, checked for stray-greys through a deep orange fur like a Western Tennessee Sunset.
By S R Gurney5 years ago in Humans
Finding Peace
When the things you thought you knew were never really true. When the things you thought were told to you, were just make believe, you start to wonder what is real and what needs rediscovery.
By Lee Naylor5 years ago in Humans
My Autism Journey
Hello. My name is Sunny Dolen. I want to tell you about my journey as an Autistic person. I am 24 years old and still live with my parents. I was born to Mike and Marty Donnellan on June 23rd, 1996. I was diagnosed with Autism at the age of three and was homeschooled for most of my childhood.
By Sunny Dolen5 years ago in Humans
Popularity
Fourteen-year-old Elyssa dreams of being popular so she can have lots of friends. She soon finds out that being popular is not all it's cracked up to be.
By Susan Fleck Pennington5 years ago in Humans
Law 3: Conceal your intentions
A Love story In the 17th century France, there was a man called Marquis de Sevigne. He was in love with a young countess. He wanted to seduce this difficult young countess. To attract her, he went to Ninon de Lenclos and asked her for help. Ninon knew everything about the art of love. She believed, Seduction was a game, to be practiced with skill.
By Abdul Rawoof Khan5 years ago in Humans
Forehead kisses
His hands lightly touched the keys and he played on effortlessly. Skimming the black and white keys back and forth and it made her mind wonder and fantasize how gentle he might be with her. He glanced up at her and smiled happily. He tilted his head back and forth, small dark strands of his hair danced across his forehead. He was the picture of joy, enjoying every note. She looped back some of her dark hair around her ear and leaned in towards him. Her head rested in her hand and her arm dug into her crossed leg. She smiled back encouragingly. He was handsome not just physically but he gave off an air of something else extremely attractive.
By Laura Martinez 5 years ago in Humans
How I Almost Burned Down an Entire Village
Superhero movies often have the same trope: the hero has to fight a villain that was partly created because of them and this villain wants to destroy the city (or the world). If you apply this trope to the story I'm about to tell you, then I'm a true hero!
By Nicolas Provencher5 years ago in Humans
Chances
I am sitting here thinking about the word chances. I like to believe those who gives chances will be happy. In my distorted world this is so true. That is why I have given people chance after chance even though they didn't deserve it. So lets talk about the word chances just means again. Sometimes it means taking a leap on love, faith or just testing the waters. Also I like to give a person a chance. I love giving people chances if it works for the both of us. I would like to say that this has been so far true. I don't know where it all went wrong from my brain to my heart then my mouth that I actually believe this. I was told by someone wise that if you don't take a chance how are you ever going to fail or succeed. I would say I have follow this rule but I have not thanks to fear. I hear people beg for chance after chance and I think to myself why should people do it if you are going to just let them down? I have given chances to men who always say the same thing. Men say I will never cheat, lie, steal. I come to find out most lie about doing these things. What is in us to give a person a second chance? Do we feel the person is sincere in asking? If we find out they not doesn't the story change? I always will have the belief that if someone in my life like my family ask for a second chance of forgiveness am I right to say OK? Or do I have to treat them no different than anyone who is not family that I know eventually is not sincere? Taking chances or giving chances are something we all have to do in life but which one do you do the most? I take chances a lot rather a hairstyle or clothes to wear. I have also give chances to my children when they try to apologize for something they knew would upset me. I always love to take chances rather a new job or career. I feel like I accomplished something even if what I choose doesn't work out. Sometime people discouraged us from taking chances if it involve health reasons. People may know something you don't know,and when we take a chance when it comes to matter of the heart. I have had a couple friends tell me don't give him another chance he will cheat on you or lie about things like he has in the past. Then I see same friends doing the same thing they told me not to do. I dislike people who ask for a chance from a person who is vulnerable or naive. I sometimes wonder why famous men or women cheat in a marriage/ relationship did they think the other person would give them another chance? How many times should you give a person a chance if they keep damaging your relationship with infidelity? Or taking away trust, security thinking they are safe with someone who they thought would never hurt them? I ask myself is there a limit on how many chances you give someone who you may love, friends with? shoot even family? What is the purpose of giving chances to a cheating spouse? Or anyone who cause harm or hurt in your life? What is the results you hope to find in doing so. I love to receiving chances. So my thing is when is it enough to tell a person no more chances?
By Lawnda Boston5 years ago in Humans
Apartment 413
When life throws you into a job where you are entirely alone and not only alone but starting in a new city, what do you do? I'll tell ya, you take it apologetically by the balls. New life, new city living, but you must evolve and grow with the experience. Become the person you envisioned yourself to be when you accepted the job.
By Melanie Guajardo5 years ago in Humans
A Small Series of Snippets
Weeks had passed, and he just needed a break. A long one. He inwardly sent a silent prayer of thanks to God, any god who was willing to listen to someone like him, for Summer Break. In his freshman year of meeting his friends, Nancy included, he had promised one day that he would take them to his house. It wasn’t necessarily an invite to a party, but as the years went by in college, as everyone got exposed to the drunken feeling of loud music, alcohol, and drugs; as his parents started going to hotels and casinos without him, he didn’t want to waste everyone else’s Summer with a “little get together”. All he asked was that they didn’t break anything. He made his way through the living room of his house, a sea of people throwing their bodies around or at each other made it difficult. But he had to get out. He had to get space. Had to get air. The loud music was hammering at his skull while the smell of everyone’s perfumes and colognes was enough to give him a hacking cough. The glints and glares from the girls’ jewelry and clothing stunned him periodically like the flash grenades they use in COPS. And all he had to wash down the stinging taste of other people's vomit or the sourness of weed in the air was a cup of poorly mixed sangria someone had brought as a party favor. Once he was outside, he immediately closed the glass sliding door and immersed himself in a symphony of crickets playing for a light show of fireflies. The air was warm and blew away the fog of mixed scents in his head with the smell of fresh cut grass. He poured the rest of his sangria out onto the steps and watched as small flies gathered to lap at the drunken pieces of fruit.
By MC Kaatt5 years ago in Humans
A Writer and Filmmaker Find Refuge in Paris
Mi Amour, Do you ever sit back and marvel at all the pieces and memories and moments and moods that make up a human being?
By Jana Marie Rose5 years ago in Humans