humanity

Humanity begins at home.

Frozen Assets
“So you’re really not coming home?” his mother asked. “Your brother and I are going to watch the Times Square Ball Drop on TV.”
By Stephanie Rose6 years ago in Families
Dream Deferred
Daniel was in his kitchen making his self a turkey sandwich when his father came into the house. His dad was carrying a grocery sack in one arm and a manila envelope in the other. When Daniel saw the big envelope, he let out a long sigh and tossed his butter knife into the sink. His father heard the clang from the sink but was unbothered by it. He pulled a seat out from under the dinner table and sat down. “I think this it Danny boy, I think today is the day that we hit it big!” His dad said while dumping out several sizeable lottery scratch-off sheets onto the table.
By Destry Gilmore6 years ago in Families
Cereal for Giants
As I walk along the sidewalk the asphalt crunches under my feet and reminds me of a movie I watched as a kid. That sound. A giant eating rocks like cereal.
By Jessica Green6 years ago in Families
Magnus
Bottomless Stygian eyes pierce me where I stand barefoot on the grass. Fixated. Intent; never wavering in their appraisal of my next move. I hear skittering to my right but I dare not lose my focus from the figure before me. My peripheral grants a visual of figures colliding on a perch. Peering down at us, conveying excited energy as two more sets of eyes become spectators, separate from us by glass. One, the palest blue, curiously light I can almost see lilac around the iris. The second penetrating green, bryopsida moss and amber create a forced spectral glow. All three gazes are animated, bodies shifting weight, joints hinging with fluidity, flexing their claws in their stance.
By Ashley Burch6 years ago in Families
Lost and Found
My earliest memory is of being lost. We were on a family holiday somewhere in Devon, enjoying one of the long sandy stretches of paradise that populate the coastline in that part of the country. I’m not sure how old I was. A toddler still, but old enough to be left in the not-so-watchful care of my two rangy siblings whose attention, perhaps inevitably, was drawn away at the rockpools, the shrimps and catfish darting in the clear waters proving way more interesting than a chubby pre-schooler who couldn’t keep up.
By Jaxster6 years ago in Families
Be Someone's Betsy
It had been several months since the funeral of her best friend Betsy. Theresa sat in the living room of Betsy’s house alone in awkward silence. She sighed heavily as she sank deeply into the worn leather couch and stared blankly into the flickering flames in the fireplace. She couldn’t help but replay the lifetime of memories the two of them made in this room. All the laughs and tears were just not supposed to turn to memories this soon. She wondered if she would ever find a way to fill the gaping hole left in her life.
By Amie C. Clark6 years ago in Families
The Layover
Olive saw the stocky young teenager just before he ran into her, bumping her shoulder and knocking her handbag to the ground. He slowed to look behind him, but he did not apologize or even look at her. Instead, he looked past her and he laughed at something behind her, a laugh that filled Olive with a sudden urge to knock him to the ground like he did her handbag. But he was running again, up the stairs of a waiting city bus.
By Cherilyn Rowley6 years ago in Families
The Promise
Another day, another trip to the same old run-down convenience store for scratch-offs and hoping for a big win. I sit in my car for a bit, and give myself the usual pep talk before going in. Again, I tell myself that today’s the day I finally win big, like I do every time. Just trying to get in the mindset of winning.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash6 years ago in Families
Lil Book
Lil Book It all started on the worst but best day ever! LOL I had just finished buying myself the best breakfast from a lil café I like in Downtown when I tripped and dropped everything! Those lattes aren’t cheap! I was cursing my bad luck and trying to clean up the best I could when in the trash I noticed a lil black book. A very tattered and worn down book with nothing special about it I almost would have missed it… the small glint of gold ribbon hidden underneath. I opened the book only to find numbers scribbled across the front page. I was just about to throw it back when I see a convenience store with the Mega Lottery flashing across the front. I laugh out loud and say here is my sign from the universe I been waiting for all my life A LOTTERY TICKET! Being in such a great fantastic mood I drop in bet on the numbers written and tell the store owner if I win I’d split it with him. I head back home hungry dirty and day dreaming of that latte.
By Adrian Flores6 years ago in Families
Emily Finds Out
“I’m so sorry for you loss.” “Thank you.” Over and over, same words. She didn’t know most of these people. Didn’t know how they knew her, or if they were sincere since her mother had been well known but not always liked.
By Andrea Corwin 6 years ago in Families
Black Book and Figs
I laid still caught in between the space of night and day. I turned my head to the window inhaling deeply and released a rich sigh as peach light slowly began to filter through the nearly translucent veil covering the window. The soft light engaged the dust in the air as the two carelessly swirled and danced like a prelude of stories yet to be told.
By Jenna W.6 years ago in Families
My Little Black Book
My vehicle was totaled by some lady driving to work. Was she tired or playing with music. I will never really know because 6 am in the morning is early for me. I heard the crash around 6:05 or so. The flashing blue light and the pounding on the door at 6:20 or so.
By Jia White6 years ago in Families