Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
New Purpose
Ash. Ash in my mouth. That is what morning feels like. It wasn’t always this way, but today and so many days before now that has been my truth. There were forests once, greenery, birds. Now ash and haze pervade everything.
Sarah MorganPublished 3 years ago in HumansHow Bad Was Your Latest Break-Up on a Scale from One to Wuthering Heights?
1.) For starters, why don't you tell us how you met your ex: a. Well, it was kind of sweet actually—we were high school sweethearts. I remember it took me ages to work up the courage to ask her out one afternoon after soccer practice. Even after how things ended, I wouldn’t change a thing—our first kiss under the bleachers is still one of my fondest memories.
Katie AlafdalPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Scones of Yore
“Did you know Guy Fieri’s name is actually pronounced Guy Fee-eh-tee?” my friend Simone said to me while working on her sweater.
What there once was
It was the year 3658 and the world was not what it once was. The ground was hard and bare, except for all the buildings. The place where I love is pretty much deserted and was once known as Miami. It used to be full of life here or so I was told. It was before my time that this place was thriving and beautiful. I'm Ady and this is how the world came to be.
Christian WilsonPublished 3 years ago in HumansWhat tickles women most is that men don't give it, but feelings will last for a long time
Emotion needs to be matched by giving and getting. If you only give or get, the final result will not be too good. For women, in love, the more intelligent and emotional intelligence a woman is, the more she can see her role and position, the more she can find the balance at both ends of love, and she won't be pampered and arrogant.
- Top Story - July 2021
The Lion, The Witch And The Giving Tree
Introduced to the world of books by a mother who was an insatiable reader, I had never felt reluctant in choosing books over anything else.
Independent Spirit
Please enjoy this song as you read, keeping in mind that it was written by Irving Berlin, an Israeli American, and performed, in this case, mostly by Celin Dion, a Canadian American, to benefit the Twin Towers Fund.
Julie LacksonenPublished 3 years ago in Humans- Top Story - July 2021
The Colour of Closed Eyes
It was a collage of human bodies vibrantly dancing in a mist of colour—colours I never could have fathomed with the limitations of my previous human retina.
- Third Place in Bedtime Stories Challenge
"Bo Finds Some Berry to Love"
There’s nothing more magical than childlike wonder and unconditional love. When we are small, the world around us seems so big – and it takes so little to amuse us. Blowing bubbles, running in the sprinkler, watching a ladybug crawl across a leaf, charging around the room in a superhero cape, and hosting a tea party for our favorite stuffed animals can provide hours of fun.
Lori MeltonPublished 3 years ago in Humans Only when a woman meets a man she likes can she have these reactions
Neither a man nor a woman can hide love or non-love. When you don't love her, you will feel a cold breath, and everything about you will make her feel no waves.
The Man in the Vault
“The Man in The Vault” In 2051, humanity put the world into a nuclear holocaust and for the next 300 years we spent our lives in government made fallout shelters all across the United States. It has been ten years since the release of humanity back into the world from these shelters, and I was among the first. In these ten years I have explored the wasteland of North America, seeing all of the relics of the old world I had only read about, hoping at least some of them are still existent. Many of these North American landmarks have changed since the hibernation of man. The Grand Canyon is an even grander canyon now. The Smoky Mountains are less smoky and more ashy. My personal favorite is Disneyland, which without previously reading about it, an uninformed onlooker may think it was a kingdom dedicated to a tyrannical mouse, whose reign ended in fire.
Matthew DuncombePublished 3 years ago in HumansOf Stars and Turtles
It starts with the sea turtles. Born into a swirling ever demanding unfair chaos that overtakes them from the beginning of their existence. Born to die. That is the head of the writer. Thousands of ideas, tens of thousands perhaps, crawling through the gritty dooming existence of birth (hatching), with only one – ten if you are lucky – find their way to be something else, something greater. All the turtles only trying to make sense of their world before being swooped up by a gull or crushed by a stray dog. Of course it is all gibberish. Complete nonsense to anyone but the author who is trying to find their own path to water. Their own path to sanity or rational thought. Perhaps it is only an attempt to clear the mind from those ten thousand stories cracking themselves out of their hard shell only to find they were buried in the sand. Predator swamping. That is what it is called. The biological phenomenon where if thousands of prey swarm the scene, the comparing few predators cannot hope to eliminate them all. It should be called prey swamping. All in all, it sounds pretty terrible for the turtles. Great day for the gulls. No wonder Hemingway was an alcoholic suicidal. Does this make sense? Millions of words that never reach the paper flooding the mind, twisting and turning, a bowl of egg yellows and whites beaten and whipped until frothy yet never reaching the pan. The quill may touch the ink – does it not always? It rests there most of the time moving only with a breeze or draft. Rarely the touch of a hand compels it to move, much less the mind. And so the turtles crawl on. One painstaking grain of sand at a time toward a goal that beats them back, that at first refuses to take them. For the reader is quick to judge and even faster to hate. This is good – apologies – this is well.
Nickolas CauseyPublished 3 years ago in Humans