Most recently published stories in Humans.
If you are reading this then you have already completed the first, and most difficult, step. You have recognized that the relationship that you are in is toxic and you know you need to get out. There are many reasons why a relationship can become toxic, but regardless of the reason, you just have to get out. Depending on the nature of your relationship, we need to go about this in one of two ways.Joseline Burns
I Never Thought I Would Find Someone I Couldn't Live Without
Often there are times where I come across people that make me smile—young, old, middle-aged, people who never let their inner child grow up and don’t care about how they are viewed by others. The ones who completely make my day are the old couples who still flirt like teenagers, the elderly man who still buys his wife flowers every day, the gentleman who still pulls his wife’s chair out when they sit down at a restaurant. They never let their love die, and they still look at each other just as if it were the first day they met.Christina Scanlon
Real Life Josie Geller
A kiss. Arguably the most intimate act between two humans, besides sex. People do it every day, all the time. But I never have.Raine Neal
Relationships: A Pyramid Scheme
I would say I’ve been in two relationships in my 20 years of life. One was in high school, from grade 11 to first year. The other was for about six months in first year. In between then and now, I’ve had a string of casual dating, hook-ups, dates, and crushes, but no one else I had called a “partner.”
Relationships for High School Teens
I don’t have too much experience with relationships but this is what I got. I have dated my boyfriend for two years. Two years is not a lot compared to other couples, but that’s where I am now with my boyfriend. From the second we started dating, we never have got into a serious argument. We think alike, and we tell each other how we feel. There have obviously been times when we have not been in agreement, but we have always found a way to figure something out.Dayanna montano
I Just Want to Kiss a Girl
I'm a bisexual woman who's primarily dated men, which is both a byproduct of living in a conservative small town for a good chunk of my adult life, and sheer shyness.
Friends vs Hangout Buddies
Lately I feel like the term “friend” has became broad and somewhat ambiguous. A lot of people who you would call a friend would be who I call a hangout buddy. Having a friend and having a hangout buddy are totally different. I’ve had both of these all throughout my life and have mistaken too many hangout buddies as friends. Through these experiences and learning from others’ experiences, I would define a friend as someone who is not only consistent and present in your life but also dependent and trustworthy. And I would define a hangout buddy as someone who you would normally spend time with on an irregular basis. Most likely it’s the girl or guy you hit up when you’re bored and have nothing else going on and just feel like doing something with somebody, although you’re not really close friends. But it could also be your workout partner, poker mate, or drinking buddy, for example.
WildTeenSeries (Pt. 2)
Waking up to the bacon aroma sizzling from the kitchen was something I could use right now. My mother gets up early on Saturdays simply because she runs errands, does breakfast, and cleans the, house. She likes to keep herself busy and discuss weekly updates with me and my sister through breakfast.
You Little Lost Soul
I shouldn’t have changed along with the seasons. Yet, I am getting colder as the winter approaches, as the leaves fall arrhythmically on my shoulders, as the weight of the days gets heavier on my skin.coffee writer
Everything is so bright and clear. The sun continues to feed my skin as I walk among the grass. I look up and close my eyes for a fraction of a second. The sky is nothing but clear and there is only a small breath of wind that periodically kisses my face and touches my hair. There are no cars, and there are no buildings. It is only me and the trees, hardly any sound. All I had carried with me is my phone and a bag containing a water bottle and an upholstery blanket in case I decided to sit for a while.Mick Johnson
I've always dreamed of being popular in school, especially in high school. Being situated at this school and upgrading my friend circle throughout the end of junior high was pretty wicked. Plus my sister already graduated and I did not have anyone to have lunch with once she left. She was two years older than me and she wasn't into the social world. Since then, I have taken credit for my popularity after my breakup with George; the loser drummer boy who was in a band whose beats were similar to Blink-182. Best of all, my sense of style began to change thanks to Sarah Wills. She was the most beautiful brunette in our school and her $150 manicure couldn't agree more. Her parents owned ten to fifteen properties across the states which four of them were vacation homes. One situated in Vail, New York City, Miami, and Malibu. She also admitted my looks were a knockout if I could loosen the glasses and my cleavage deserved to be shown in outfits more since her purpose was to have an attractive crowd to remain exclusive. I can't blame her. Overall, she sat next to me in Algebra II and World History Class and decided to sit next to me ever since I got introduced by our Algebra II teacher the very first day of being a Junior. Apparently, I gave an attitude to one of the cheerleaders interrupting my introduction and she clearly loved it. Clearly, I don't recall the lines I've used but she made the impossible possible by seating next to me in those two classes. As I gain popularity with the help of Sarah, I end up signing up for the cheerleading squad but something in me stopped me from joining as I find the cheerleaders being unwelcoming and obnoxious, so I end up leaving the tryouts early. While I walk out from school that afternoon, I see my ex, George, walking hand in hand with his new girlfriend, who replaced me. Her name was Allison and she was in the Art Club. Their club meetings were after school and coincidentally we all came out at the same time. Of course. I immediately yanked my cellphone out of my purse and pretended I was on the phone. Obviously, everyone reading this would do the same out of embarrassment.
For my mother, her fifteenth birthday was not only a mark into womanhood with her quinceañera celebrating the transition, but also the dread of missing her period.Sonia Schmitt