humanity

Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.

Supporting Human Artists
There’s the soft ‘ding’ of a notification on Facebook Messenger. I get a lot of those, it’s one of the hazards of trying to make a living as an artist, but the name makes me smile when I see it.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Psyche
In the Underground City
Note: this is based on a true story. I was walking through Montréal's La Ville Souterraine (The Underground City) during a very cold winter. A woman approached me from a side tunnel and asked me to walk with her because she had been threatened by someone following her. I was only in there because of the weather, and I had my doubts that she was telling the truth...until I saw the man. For the challenge, we are supposed to write our story from another point of view. I will try to enter the head of the one who was following her.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Psyche
A happy smile and a kind heart
I would stop by the fast food store every so often on my lunch break to grab a salad or whatever the particular day favored as a quick lunch. Idly, I perused and watched the washed and unwashed mass as they jostled for a delicious, if not exactly healthy fare. A few weeks ago I noticed a new worker on the register.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Psyche
PEZ-ure Hunt
Wow, this place is full. Sure, it's still technically summer, but I rather expected most of these kids to be in school already. Mine, on the other hand, go back after Labor Day, so I thought we had a week where we could take a bit of a vacation. And early in the week is supposed to be the quiet time, right?
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Psyche
You were blind, but now you see . Top Story - September 2024.
Late. Always late. You curse your past self and the snoozed alarms, dashing across the street. Shirt untucked, cuffs loose, tie crammed into a half-shut briefcase, unbrushed hair caught in the wind.
By Joe O’Connorabout a year ago in Psyche
Portrait of a Finder of Lost Things. First Place in Small Kindness Challenge. Top Story - September 2024.
During a youth basketball game in the early 1980’s, according to some physics I do not understand, my Rolex watch slipped from my wrist and fell beneath the bleachers. I didn’t even notice until after the game, when the announcer alerted the departing crowd to the lost watch. Cursing my lack of attention, I rushed to the scorer’s table to retrieve my precious timepiece. A five year old boy, exploring beneath the crowd’s feet, had found it, but I would never know this. Grateful for its return, but far too busy and important to actually offer thanks, I snatched the proffered watch from the scorekeeper without a word, or so much as a glance at the child, and departed. The boy’s mother commented on the rudeness of the exchange and assured him that such impoliteness was an exception to the norm.
By J. Otis Haasabout a year ago in Psyche
Sugar and Spice
Is she looking at me? Quick, look away, don’t stare; they’ll think you’re weird. The trees look pretty; the flowers have blossomed. It's a little busier than expected, but that’s good for business.
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Psyche
In the Shadow of Occupation: How a City Found Hope Through Milk and Solidarity
In February 2022, our city fell under occupation, and life as we knew it changed forever. We faced a severe food shortage as closed shops and blocked roads made any attempt to leave the area nearly impossible. There was no transportation connection with major cities, only small neighboring settlements. Our residents encountered a real scarcity of food, and the situation worsened with each passing day.
By Bivanabout a year ago in Psyche
Brief moment of connection
My body is aching for healing. I need help, help to see how to get through the darkness. I’m searching but I just can’t seem to find what I’m looking for. I feel like I’m seeking for the keys to my success inside a pitch black room, desperately clutching at objects trying to find my way out. I feel like I’ve fallen into a hole and have no means to get out. I have lost my voice and lost myself. I need someone to come and help me out of here.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Psyche
Ride into Paris
I am exhausted. We have just landed in Paris from our 11-hour flight from Sao Paolo. The girls were particularly fussy during the entire flight: the little one, one-year-old Olivia, couldn't stand the pressure on her ears and cried non-stop on take-off, landing and during turbulence, which was particularly bad this time. This was driving the passengers around us crazy, and a couple of times we got not only stern looks but also comments like "Can't you do anything to stop your baby from crying?" Like as a parent I already don't feel bad and am irritating my babies on purpose so that they annoy other passengers.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Psyche
Creatures Great and Small
“I was not looking for another cat, but I really want that kitten,” my friend said emphatically. “He reminds me so much of my cat, Coco, and what he must have looked like when he was first born. I’ve always wondered about his beginnings since we found him – or rather, since he found us – when he was already six months old. I would dearly love to have this sweet kitten in hopes he’ll be as much of a gift as Coco has been. I believe it’s fate!”
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Psyche
his last dance. Runner-up in Small Kindness Challenge.
“It was past visiting hours but the nurse on duty still allowed me onto the ward to see my father. It was on the promise that I would only stay for a maximum of 10 minutes. Dad had been recently admitted because his dementia had become completely unmanageable at home.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨about a year ago in Psyche