Most recently published stories in Humans.
Not Another Ordinary Wednesday
She could feel him behind her as she stood in line, staring at her, not discreetly but determined. His eyes on her neck, her cheek, her back, her ass, her legs, her shoes. Up and down she could feel the heat of his stare. She wanted so bad to turn around and meet his eyes but she was enjoying this a bit too much to end it.
As Brittany left her therapist's office with a whole lot of nothing but soggy tissues and mascara-stained cheeks, she walked past a stationary store. Something caught her eye, a little black book. In today's counseling session, her doctor suggested a journal to write down her feelings each night so they would get out of her head, and onto paper, possibly allowing her to sleep for the first time in months.
The Black Book
“Hey, Mark – what’s this?” Janie held up a little black book that was sitting on the bar. “Someone left it here a couple days ago. I figured I could start using it.”
Do you believe in curses? I didn’t use to, but that was before we found the money. And the body. It was so hot that day, the kind of heat that makes you irritable. Someone that has never been to Florida in August might not understand, but for three unsupervised boys, the heat was only going to lead to trouble. Clayton lived one street over and he was an asshole. I didn’t normally hang out with him but it was summer and my usual crew was on vacation. I wished I was on vacation somewhere cold, like Alaska. Mark lived across the street from me and I considered him a friend sometimes. He was chubby and a total nerd, but a nice kid. I drifted towards him when there was no one better around. I guess I’m an asshole too, but he was the responsible sort of kid my parents wanted me to hang out with. What teenager wants that? Looking back on it though, it’s surprising that he was the one that opened the gates of hell.
A Moment in Time
When you take a moment, What are you doing? Are you planning? Suggesting? Being a role model? Contemplating? Do you stop to hear a fine tune? Can you smell a fine tune? Are you Loony Tunes? Do you notice an unusual smell? Are you unusual? Do your senses take your breathe away? When you take a moment, do you notice the simple things? Are you farfetched? Simple? Demanding? Anal? Nice? Mean? Incredible? Employable? When you take a moment are your deeds noticeable? Do you know what a deed is? Did your mother leave you a last wish involving a Deed? Did your father? What is your wish? Your desire? Your innermost fear? What are your strengths? Weaknesses? What compels you? When you take a moment, what does it mean to you?
A FIRE INSIDE
“Twenty stacks”, whispered Khalil as he lay in bed. Though he couldn’t sleep, his body was stuck somewhere between a dream and a nightmare. He couldn’t stop thinking about the resounding events from the bygone evening...
MONEY and ME and MY DOG
Have you ever held a gold bar in your hand? Believe me; it is magical. Gold has a drug-like quality and leaves you feeling that this is so beautiful you never want to let it go.
The Little Black Book
Just an average day for Jasleen, running errands, grabbing Bagels, and a latte for her boss Monica. Jasleen originally took the job as Monica's assistant in the hopes of moving up in the world of advertising at Omega Group.
CHANCES You ever get that feeling that something is in your path for a reason! I was walking down Rose street yesterday and a lady was walking and started to walk faster ahead of me. A bag that contained a book fell out of her purse. I got her attention and said “Excuse me lady you just dropped this. She looked me in the eye and said, “it is for your young fella”. Just continue to walk away.
A Proper Introduction
My name is Astella Luna Alaurora, many call me Stella. I was born and raised in Texas under my birth name. My Sophomore year of high school (2012), my mom and I decided to pack up everything and leave the toxic environment we were living in to start anew. Although it was a rough start after living many years in that kind of environment, I graduated high school and got my associates degree at the community college here where I live. Growing up, I always found myself drawn to the things that society didn't understand. I never quite fit in a labeled box like they wanted me to. Since a young age I have trusted my intuition and have created things with my creative talents, mostly my writing and artwork. To me, writing and art was a form of manifesting what I wanted in life; and while I didn't always get what I wanted, the universe made up for it with magickal things. Like showing me that I am worthy of so much more than what I was told growing up. Sometimes we can't see what's right in front of us. We spend so much time looking externally for validation of our worth that we forget that it's internal and not in need of validation.
A BEAUTIFUL LIFE
I walked in through the front door and almost tripped over the old trunk sitting on the floor. Apparently, my wife had done some shopping today.
Now I See
Legend has it you don't choose the book, the book chooses you", the pretty tour guide stated as she caressed the Perspex case containing the black manuscript. Her manicured nails tapped the box slightly as she scanned the tourists faces and noticed their attention waning. "Seek its mysteries if you dare" she concluded, turning to continue the tour. Liam inspected the contents of the case; his interest piqued. Julietta had woven a tale of intrigue and mystery around the innocuous historical volume. He stroked the Perspex with his finger, subconsciously expecting a physical reaction fitting an object from the realm of the supernatural. Liam chuckled as he shook his head as if to rid himself of the superstitious nonsense that had alighted upon him. Quickly he made his way to join his companions.