humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
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
Thank You for Firing Me
At the end of February I was terminated from my new job. 24 hours prior I was told, “You have my permission to relax. Your job is secure here, we’re just working through details.” Incorrect; I was told that I was “irrelevant” after the person I was hired to replace decided not to leave the company.
By Alyson Kate Long5 years ago in Journal
Following The Path
There was something about this moment that was unlike anything Sam had ever experienced. It wasn’t her long brown hair, glowing brown eyes, or big beautiful smile. It wasn’t holding her hand while she was driving. It was the feeling. There was an energetic rush of warmth that flowed freely between the two of them. Sam knew that this was the epitome of what he longed for, and he was basking in it. It felt like home. Not a single shred of resistance in either of their beings. No masks, no insecurities, just pure light. No anxiety…not even excitement! A simple…knowing.
By Steve Young5 years ago in Journal
Something Sketchy
23rd January Well, today was the best and weirdest day I’ve ever had at work. I’ve been a gas station cashier for 7 months and I never expected much excitement beyond the one time that guy gave me $20 because he just cashed his tax check and wanted to spread some kindness. It was pretty cool. But, and I can’t believe I’m about to write this, some customer gave me a scratch-off lotto ticket today and it’s a $20,000 winner. I know, that’s a lot of money, and I can’t wrap my head around it. I mean he just walked right up to the counter, asked me if I could figure out how much he won, and I was blown away when I checked the codes on the machine. $20,000 is pretty major for a ticket you spent $5 on. I told him there are instructions on the backs of the tickets and that he should follow them so he could get his money, but he shook his head and just handed it to me. The weirdest part was when he said, “This is going to do exactly what it needs to do for you.” What does that even mean? Anyway, I’m going to start the process of getting the money and see if this is actually a dream come true. There can’t possibly be any catches here...but how weird is it that this would happen to me, of all people?
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Journal
Little Black Book
Imma Poor Kid In A Home Of Hate. Some Nights I Was Allowed In And Some Nights I Was Not. Some Nights I Was Allowed To Eat, And Some Nights I Was Not. I Have Been Trying To Find A Job And Make My Way Out But Nobody Wants A, At The Time, Seventeen Year Old Who Wears Raggedy Clothes And Probably Smells. So I Just Dreamt Of Money And Getting Away From This Monstrous House Of Mines. I Said Dreamt Meaning, In A Past Tense Cause Now I Am Somewhere Better Sitting On Money. And I Am Still Shocked On How It Happened.
By Lucille Blount5 years ago in Journal
