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Stories in Humans that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

The Accidental Poet
I knew even from an early age that I was artistic; and to this day, that creative spark has never diminished. The problem, like many children growing up, was finding my niche. A specific art form that I wanted to associate myself with. So, I tried to search for it in different crafts; drawing, cartooning, music, making short films at home, or even creating stories in my head that never ended up on paper. Interestingly enough, poetry was not one of them.
By Levi Dickson2 months ago in Humans
the loop. Content Warning.
no one stopped. no one stopped and looked at me with care in their eyes when they found out. they looked at me with apathy and said they didn’t worry because my wounds weren’t as deep as someone else’s. they said they weren’t deep enough to do anything. so i went home and sliced through my skin and spent hours in the bathroom because the only solace i felt was in there. they looked at me and asked, why? i didn’t say anything, i could barely force myself to breathe. so they slapped me, again, why? my lips trembled, my palms sweat. how do i tell them that there are so many things creeping into my mind, into my head, into my heart that i couldn’t cope anymore, that breathing hurts, existing hurts, that i just want to be dead. how do i voice how much i want to disappear. so i say, i don’t know, another slap. this time it makes my ears ring. i pray they hit me harder.
By sumiya akter2 months ago in Humans
My Mental Health Journey in Map Pins. Runner-Up in Maps of the Self Challenge.
I’m getting on an airplane tomorrow to go to Thailand. It’s my first time going to a destination wedding. I’m tremendously excited, but the act of undertaking a long journey makes me introspective.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA2 months ago in Humans
Scorpio Pig.
When coming up with a title for this, I came to the brilliant realisation that I am a Scorpio Pig. A classic and undisputable Scorpio (though the horoscope vs reality debate lives on) and a 1995 year of the pig baby. I’ve always liked being a Scorpio, but the pig thing took a minute. A couple years ago my friend took me micro-pig walking for my birthday, did you know pigs have a hierarchy system? Seriously. They take rankings very seriously, and as my pig Mr Darcy was pushed out the way by his superior, I found out just how serious it was.
By Kirstyn Brook2 months ago in Humans
A Hate Letter to Personal Statements
I find myself once again writing personal statements for grad school applications. Why I would do such a thing to myself again after so many years of not doing that, I have no clue. Perhaps I have a sadistic streak, an echo of my Catholic upbringing which manifests the typical emotional self-flagellation into a desire to apply to and inevitably get rejected from grad school. I could put applications in all day, don’t get me wrong. I love going over checklists and reaching out to old professors asking them sweetly if they would be so kind as to say nice things about me on the official record for Miscellaneous University and their Obscure College of the Performing Arts. But good God, dude, why do I have to write a damn personal statement for each and every one of these programs?
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 months ago in Humans
Médea's Recipes for Life. Winner in Maps of the Self Challenge.
The book was waiting where I left it when I came home from the funeral: on my kitchen table, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a red velvet ribbon. My grandmother never wrapped gifts like that. She preferred wax paper and flax string, that could be repurposed later like leftover stew.
By Imola Tóth2 months ago in Humans
Cartographic Explorations of a life.
To follow the map that has led me to this current time and place in life, it is essential to consider some of the foundations that were set to fortify a mindset.
By Katherine D. Graham2 months ago in Humans
Old Things
(Maiden) Matt calls me outside, eager to show me the detail of dying leaves he’s found in the yard. He did this last fall, too. I find it sweet, the fascination he finds in such ordinary acts of nature. He keeps me from slipping into too jaded territory. Autumn is pretty enough, but it means the days of swimming in lakes and rivers are paused, and it means soon my bones will ache with cold. For me, October means bracing myself for winter— and often forgetting to appreciate the current season.
By BK2 months ago in Humans
I'm Different
Hey everyone! I'm Amanda. I've been writing here for a few years now and boy have I bared my naked soul to yall. I've written about heartbreaks, music, lessons. You name it. But now I'd like to tell you how much i've changed over the last 5 years.
By Amanda Nicole2 months ago in Humans
If You Already Know
I doubt you’ll ever read this. On the small twinge of a chance that you do, I doubt you’ll even figure out it’s related to you, let alone who’s who. However, I still wish to get my thoughts out a bit.
By Snarky Lisa2 months ago in Humans
Why Drink Shitty Wine?. Content Warning.
Why Do We Drink Shitty Wine? Let me set the scene: It’s Friday night. My Teddy Swims playlist is hitting all the right notes. (Despite me giving it my best effort, I am not hitting all the right notes with him), I am writing this while having a glass of wine. And there is no way around it-the wine sucks. I mean really shitty wine. (Truth be told, I am two glasses in-I’ll get to that in a minute.)
By J. Delaney-Howe2 months ago in Humans
Orange
I've always thought about maps in terms of their colours. The relationship I have with my best friend is orange. Orange, to me, is a mix of colours. We all know the yellow and the red. But the orange that I think of when I think of my best friend is peachy. Maybe a yellow and pink, rather than a yellow and red mix?
By Jaimie2 months ago in Humans