Most recently published stories in Humans.
The hidden cost of Valentine's Day roses
Roses are red Violets are blue Neither are green So I’ve adopted an animal for you Granted, not the most catchy of Valentine’s Day rhymes, but I do hope to see this or similar repeated many times on February 14.
The Howling Class
It is Wednesday night after another day working from home in sweatpants, and Lizzie McKean, thick with misery and loss, sips a gin and tonic in The Wax House, as her friend Carl fishes in his shoulder bag. Happy hour.
Atop an Elephant
The boy was only a few bites into supper when his father whipped the door open in a flurry of excitement. The wind rallied past his father and danced through the small kitchen, sweeping his mother’s recipe cards up in a chaotic waltz.
A Matter of Great Haste
Lady Edith ran her hands along her skirts, peering at herself critically in the glass of the shop’s window. Her heart was hammering hard beneath her stays; Edith imagined she would be able to see it, should she glance down. Her sister, Eleanor, had assured her that her outfit was perfect for every occasion, an innocent rosy pink with a stylish cut to the jacket and a jaunty hat to match, but Eleanor hadn’t known about this particular occasion. No, this time Edith had struck out entirely on her own. Sighing, she reached into her reticule and retrieved her father’s letter. She had read it so many times that it was nearly committed to memory; still, she re-read the paragraph of interest once again.
I came to my hometown in the year 2001 as a shy and feisty ten year old. I can still remember crying in my room of our new house, wishing I was with my good friends in my old city. We had been through a lot as a family at that time, and we were looking to have a new start and a better life. Like many, we did not have it easy and each of us had (and still have) our own traumas and life experiences that scarred us and shaped us into our being. We loved each other very much, but maybe were not equipped with the knowledge and tools to take care of our mental health.
What We Found in the Flood
In 2013, there was a flood in my city. I remember my walk at lunch that day; I thought at the time that the river was singing a strange song – or was that only something I said to myself later, after what happened?
How My Life Has Changed Since I Started on Vocal Media
March 2020 is when I first discovered Vocal Media. I had been dabbling in limbo, debating with myself whether I should publish or not. It had been years since I had been writing, we are talking silly childish poems or fantasy stories. I was worried people would laugh at me, would judge me and wouldn’t read my work but I was so totally wrong.
Page one Golden Nuggets In The little black book. 🌅 📓 Page two. It was a warm sunny day in the highlands,Marie looked out the window, she could see the deer not far from her home , the sun was shining on the water making it look like silver. She was excited . Today was the highland games She always enjoyed them, especially the band parade at the end of the games, seeing everyone in their Kilts, and different colours, they came from Canada, and America, and Ireland to participate with the local Scots. She also loved the crafts on sale, the tastings, and seeing what was on offer. She was especially excited because their was a new platform this year, a poetry competition, and she was astounded, at the prizes they had to offer. she was entering one of her own poems, she would not know the results that day. Representatives of the company holding the competition, were going to be there to accept the entries, and they will take them back to their publishing company, and have them judged, the lucky people who are selected to win a prize will be notified in another six weeks time. She knew the top prize was for twenty thousand, dollars she could certainly do with it, If she was lucky enough to win, she knew exactly how she would use it, for her future. Marie picked up her little black notebook, that held her golden nuggets, as she liked to call them, she had an envelope inside with her entry. She took the entry out, and checked it again, for the third time, making sure there were no spelling mistakes, and everything flowed. She hoped she had picked the right one, her black notebook was full of them, but she liked this poem.She read it out loud to make sure it flowed.
The day I got stabbed in my back for trusting someone blindly
About a year ago, I went to Mc-Donald’s with two of my friends. We stayed there for about an hour and when we left, a female beggar approached us and this happened,
Big Dreams in a Small Book
Moe and Molly Skine were exuberant. It was closing day on their new home, and they were chatting with their broker, Ms. Cara Little. Owning a house meant a lot to the Skines’. They came from poor simple backgrounds in the heart of 1950s Pennsylvania and had grown up in the same row of tired old brick row homes. It was there they had met and fallen in love. Affording a house meant that they had to scrimp and save every penny they could. It took almost ten years but they were on the way to accomplish what they had set out to do; ensuring their children had a better childhood and a brighter future than they ever had.
The Notebook Project
The sky was full of heavy dark clouds, and was unusually cool for a Saturday morning in New Orleans. Aria was leaving Cafe Conti when it started to sprinkle, she set her coffee down on the side and pulled out her umbrella before turning right on Dauphine St.
His eyes would never sparkle as brightly as they had all those years ago, and maybe Samuel should take responsibility for that. He had never been good at expressing himself, or showing how much he cared. It had always come easier Arthur, and even now when they're together Samuel still has a hard time showing beyond brief kisses and gentle touches that he would give up anything he owned if only Arthur would smile like he had on the day they had met. But Arthur had never seemed to mind as much, and in fact, he often called it endearing that Samuel could barely hold his hand in public without feeling out of place; but he tried for Arthur.