humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
The Wrong Accident
On his first official day at the Minor Catastrophes Office, having completed training and feeling perhaps unreasonably confident in his abilities, Harold Murkley had exactly one assignment. Rather than taking this as a hint at his own prospects, or feeling that this one task must be immensely important as to necessitate an entire day to achieve, Harold thought nothing of it. There was a mail slot with his initials on it, and inside was a single folder that he took with him to his desk, full of eagerness to see what trifling mishap he would be responsible for.
By Kathleen Sherry5 years ago in Journal
LGBTQ+ characters on our screens changed my life!
Representation of the LGBTQ+ community, not only on our screens but also in music, in theatre, in literature, in the media, feels more present than ever before. But it’s still not enough. ‘Netflix is going through a gay phase,’ is a comment I heard recently. As though it's something temporary and will pass. Here is why we are only just scratching the surface on LGBTQ+ representation.
By John Thacker5 years ago in Journal
Last on the List
“What the hell?” Nora squinted, gripping both sides of the open, olive colored JanSport. Her brow furrowed in disbelief. She was staring at something that her brain – the same brain that had gotten her into Princeton’s school of journalism – simply couldn’t comprehend.
By Sage Rouge5 years ago in Journal
Writing Your Way Out
She picked up the journal on the clearance aisle at Walmart. It was black, had dotted grids instead of lines and it was cheap. Turns out it was the best thing she’d purchase that year. It was November and things weren’t going well. I mean, she had a job and a house, and a husband and a dog…but she was miserable every day. Nothing felt right. She was on meds for anxiety and some for depression and one for ADHD. Her day began by hitting the snooze button repeatedly, it ended by sighing loudly and often using food to self soothe. She realized that she had stayed in a relationship for a long time because she had been satisfied with being chosen. Someone liked her, so why throw that away? Increasingly, they had grown apart. Everything felt forced, they argued so much. She began to wonder if this was all there was? Is this life? She had never left the county she had grown up in, and her world felt incredibly small.
By Jenn O'neil5 years ago in Journal
The tipping of the Libra scales
I don’t follow the stars which is surprising as I’m a witch, but my scientific mind just can’t accept that stars thousands of light years apart that look vaguely like a shape from Earth can impact our personalities. That little contradiction in me does, unfortunately, sound like a typical Libra trait.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite5 years ago in Journal
Hand-Drawn Dreams
A metallic clang softly rang out as she held the keys against the door handle, hearing the click of the FOB she pressed her shoulder against the door and used the weight of her body to push it open. Stepping into the apartment her gaze went first to the windows, which reflected the outline of her husband, awash in the warm glow of the kitchen lights. After taking off her shoes and face mask she proceeded to the kitchen sink and counted to twenty while vigorously lathering soap between her fingers. Her husband leaned over and kissed her cheek as he scrubbed away dinner remnants from the wok.
By A. Crossan5 years ago in Journal
Daydreams Incorporated
Upon a great desk it sits; in the center of a magnificent office, day after day. The scratching of a pen breaks the silence; delicately scrawling signatures across the surface of its pages, the ink cascading into rows of letters and numbers, determining where the money will flow. Pages of blank cheques and notepaper, bound together tightly in a small black booklet, would be leafed through and dictated in various amounts every second Thursday. The golden lettering almost seemed an insult to the scant sums their lines held.
By Joel Dmytrow5 years ago in Journal
Forerunner
Somewhere off the coast of New Zealand to the north, amidst the darkness of the early morning, within the heavy fog and rough seas bounces a fishing trawler. Inscribed on the sides of the trawler in gold lettering reads ’Paradise’, a phrase hardly depicting the current environment. Amongst the spray of sea water and swaying crab cages and scurrying fisherman is seaman Daniel Gitkoh, the forerunner of the ’Paradise’. A freshly, stitched scar is seen across his right brow down to his cheek as is a bruised right eye.
By RG Hawkshaw 5 years ago in Journal
SEEKING OWNER
SEEKING OWNER: Black journal found in airport in Denver, CO, about 10 years ago, around the time the Biden administration took office. It was put away in an office for several years, just recently uncovered during a move. Best I can tell, it looks like it belonged to a nurse around the start of the pandemic. We've included some entries to maybe help narrow the search, so if you, or someone you know, was a nurse in Colorado, (maybe also Georgia) around the 2020 pandemic, that had a hard break up, went through a spiritual awakening, and maybe a witch now, please let us know. I have your journal.
By Autumn Hanks5 years ago in Journal
