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A Letter To An Aspiring Heartbreaker
To the person I thought you could never be, I was broken and silent, loving but loveless. I was hanging on by a thread and piece by piece it was dwindling away. I was empty, my heart shattered and my spirit in shambles. I was on the edge of the ledge convinced that I would always be alone. I was half gone, scraping the earth for a piece of myself, scraping the world trying to find peace in myself. Happiness was a foreign concept to me, a distant feeling. I was on my last leg with nothing left to hold me up and falling with no one to catch me. I was everything and nothing at all, all at the same time. I had given up hope that anything could get better, that I would ever deserve better. I was certain that lonely hell was all I’d ever have to live in and there was nothing to hold on to.
Vivian NoirPublished 7 years ago in HumansHow Do I Pick Up the Pieces?
Memories are haunting. I wish I had a way to shut them off. Like a remote for the mind, if you will. Everything is reminding me of him and it's because we did everything together. I'm mourning and I can't stop. He promised me that I wouldn't be alone. That he would never hurt me. But here I am, alone and hurt. Hurt by the person who was never supposed to hurt me. The person who I loved with every single ounce of who I am. The person that held my heart. And when he left, he didn't let go of my heart. He still had it in his grip as I forced myself out of the door. I felt every tendon snap with every step I took. Then it was emptiness. Then there were tears. A constant flow that never stopped. From 8am to 4am the next day. Constant. And food is a foreign concept to me now. Every time I try to eat something, I take a few bites and feel sick. So my body is rejecting food. It's rejecting anything I put into it. Sleeping is also a foreign concept. I've slept a total of 6 hours in 3 days. If that. Every time I try and sleep, my chest feels heavy and I can't help but think about how he should be next to me, holding me, like he did every single night for 5 months. How do you go from sleeping beside someone every single night for 5 months, to sleeping alone on a couch? And let's not forget Reyna. God, do I miss that dog. And I miss him. I wish I didn't miss him. I wish I could erase him from my memory, if only for a day.
Sarah MullinsPublished 7 years ago in HumansRetribution: Chapter 16
The last few days of August blurred into the first few days of September. On these days, the sun rose behind a cloud of reddish mist to greet dusty and oppressively hot days. Heat waves could be seen at street level and the dusty wind did little cool things down.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansBest Wedding Sites for Your Budget
Planning your wedding is no easy task. While it is hands down one of the most exciting times of your life, it can very quickly become one of the priciest. So often do brides-to-be set out to keep their wedding within a budget and later find that their budget barely covers half of their grand planned event. Luckily, once again, for the world that we now live in, help is just a download away. Move over wedding planners and bulky wedding binders because your smartphone has everything you need when it comes to planning your big day. Need to get invitations? No longer must you spend hours online or at your local stationery store because now all you need is an app to create, print, and mail your perfect invite. Curious as to what other real brides spend on flowers, food, and music and create your own budget to match? These wedding sites can do all that and more.
Jus L'amorePublished 7 years ago in HumansMore than Communication
A successful relationship has a lot of moving parts. There is not just one set of rules that everyone follows and then their relationship is a success. If you see a relationship adviser, you will get that person’s take on the situation and how it is presented at face value.
Chris RicksPublished 7 years ago in HumansIt Began With Obliviousness
I was 12 when all of the drama with guys began. The first guy’s name was Brad. I was 12 and he was 16, we went to church together and hung out at youth group every week. Our parents were friends in high school, I didn’t know there were issues with his mom until it was already too late and I didn’t care anymore. When I was 12, I had this what now seems pathetic little flip phone, but at the time it seemed like the coolest thing in the world. After weeks of talking to Brad at youth group and having a friendship, we exchanged numbers. We started texting and not even 2 days later, he joked around saying something along the lines of “it’s so boring to just sit around in your boxers waiting for your pants to finish drying.” My response was, “fair enough lol” and that was that.
Ashley MariePublished 7 years ago in HumansPersonal Space is an Actual Thing, Sir.
It's a tough 'ole world out there for us girls - this is a known fact so I shan't labour it too much, worry not. I just want to share with you an experience I had the other day which had a superb effect on me.
The Here
Limited. We are limited. Space (in a non-scientific, infinite galaxy type way) is limited. If we are fortunate, we each have our own little boxes that we take up each night, walls that we store items collected/given over the years, rooms that we decorate in such a way as to show to whoever graces our doorstep who we want ourselves to be. Space, in this way, is moldable. It bends to our wishes and desires. It offers us a place in which we can more actively and more comfortably experiment with becoming the people that we would most like to be.
Cherith BrookPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhy I Failed in Love
I have failed in love since I started dating in 8th grade. From one relationship to another, they seemed to get worse and worse, and I had absolutely no idea why. I remember asking myself, "Why is this happening to me?" "Is it me?" "What have I done to deserve this?" The answer to these questions was so simple, yet I couldn't see it. Yes, it was me. It was the way I presented myself and my actions that led me through many bumpy roads. But I didn't deserve it. And, after some much needed single time and self-reflection, I found that there was a legitimate reason that I was choosing the people and the path's that I was choosing.
How to Argue Without Losing Your Cool
Learning the art of arguing wisely is something that people need to do before they get into a long term relationship. Without being able to argue in a calm, effective, and assertive manner, the chances of resentment creeping into your relationship are incredibly high.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 7 years ago in HumansA Minority's Memoirs
My friend and I developed a close relationship from kindergarten until we graduated high school. We pretty much stuck together through thick and thin. However, we did not necessarily have the greatest start. In fact, we were enemies before we were friends. Since we were never able to reach a point where we could talk about this issue, it later created a disconnect for us, and left me with unanswered questions even now at age 23.
Tatiana ParkerPublished 7 years ago in HumansBreakaway
When Marissa Walker was only 19 years old, she meets an attractive teaching assistant named Peter Townsend who is going through a divorce with his wife Nicole. She asks him to look over a film she did with her friend Tatum Shipman and he accepts. Peter becomes attracted to Marissa and tries to get to know her. She and Peter spend time together in class every day. Peter reveals to her is divorcing his wife Nicole due to their differences and he recalls getting married so young was a mistake and that he isn’t ready for that much commitment. She consoles him and telling him that it will get better. Smitten by her words, he kisses her but she pulls away from him and leaves.
Leah RowellPublished 7 years ago in Humans