Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
Mr. Ichiro
“Mr. Ichiro, why are you sad?” “Because someone took all my happy away.” “Can’t you make yourself some more happiness?”
Daniel JonesPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Little Black Book
At 7:00 o clock sharp, Irene rushed up the stairs, sat down at her desk, took a deep breath as she opened her little black book. She looked for the date and read from top to bottom:
Natalia FernándezPublished 3 years ago in HumansUnicorn
There was an aura, something around her moves that made her shine differently among the people. You couldn’t really guess her age but you could definetely see her soul was young.
Hands
My father drove his Ford Mustang headlong into a tree a few days after I turned twelve. Mother was in the passenger seat. All that remained of my parents were bits of flesh and bone mixed with shards of metal, glass, and pieces of rubber. It was difficult for the authorities to determine what happened. But I knew.
Angels of Luck
“This is a bit juvenile, even for us.” “Shut up Marcus! Just light the bag and let’s get out of here,” Sarah tried to scream in a loud whisper.
William FriendPublished 3 years ago in HumansToxic
It was Wednesday night and Kate was in bed with her book. The following day Kate and her son, Dino, would be going to the hospital because Dino is scheduled to have his adenoids and tonsils removed. It was still early but Mike was well on his way through a bottle of rum. He wanted Kate to stay up drinking with him and listening to music and she had said no. She wanted to sleep.
Burmp and Karen
I have until the big shiny thing in the sky touches the ground to turn this pile of sticks into a fire. If I don’t, Burmp will take one of the bones from one of the mammoths she caught, the thick tree trunk-looking one as long as me, and hit me in the head with it. She promised to do that if I didn’t win the fire-making contest. The winner gets a coat made out of tiger fur, a stick that when you shake it makes it rain, and a VERY shiny rock. So I told Burmp I would win it for her. But here’s something I should have thought about before I made that promise: I have no clue how to make fire.
Jack MorganPublished 3 years ago in HumansThrift Store Finders, Thrift Store Keepers?
Frank was having a bad day. More accurately, he was having a particularly awful day, after a long string of bad days. He had argued with Liza again that morning. This time over the unpaid internet bill, but it was always something. Then, his car broke down on the way to work. He had to call a tow truck to bring it to a garage and grab a cab he couldn’t afford to the warehouse. There, his supervisor Bill wrote him up.
Lindsey HarringtonPublished 3 years ago in HumansPerfectly balanced
It must have been a typo. An error. Or possibly the folly of all mankind. Yet there it was, plain as day, and it would not go away.
The Ashen Box
She could still feel the heat rising from the ash through her thick boots as she walked in a daze towards the old front door. Around her lay the remnants of 50 years of family memories. And thousands of years of that land's history. As she crossed the missing threshold, she turned her head instinctively towards the non-existent hall table and choked back tears, recalling the photographs of her grandparents that had forever stood there. Everything was gone. No living room to open birthday and Christmas presents in. No dining room to share laughter and celebratory dinners in. And no kitchen to break news over a cup of tea in.
Anna RollandPublished 3 years ago in HumansMana from Heaven
Two men stood in a field. One shielded his eyes against the wind-blown soil and the setting sun. The other was writing in a small, black notebook. Its pages showed long days of use, but its binding looked new.
Garrett SchmidtPublished 3 years ago in HumansRevival
The silver threads in her patchwork shawl glittered and tiny specks floated in the sun-filled conservatory. A smoky Burmese cat simmered in her lap, kneading with splayed paws as though in a trance. Lillian Carmichael regarded the creature with amused affection, her snowy white hair pulled loosely back, a single errant wisp trailing her papery cheek.
Nilgin YusufPublished 3 years ago in Humans