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Most recently published stories in Humans.
Letters to Someone
The complexities of romantic relationships are best understood by those who speak little of them. And those who do not (or can not) speak, write. This is a compilation of letters by a helpless romantic looking for recognition from fellow helpless romantics.
Sangita SahaPublished 7 years ago in HumansWho and What Do You Trust?
Who and what do you trust? Look to a dictionary definition of trust and you'll find something that says: "a firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something
Clinton JonesPublished 7 years ago in HumansLost Identity
Some people have said to me that I have Sofia Vergara's accent and Kim Kardashian's exotic looks. It's easy for people to approach me, as I have a constant smile on my face, except when I'm "randomly checked" at the airport and being shoved aside like a criminal. But other than that regardless of my looks I'm someone who is a magnet to others. And I still don't know the reason for such an unexplainable reaction.
Evelyn LallavePublished 7 years ago in HumansPrecious Memories That Never Fade
Fourteen years ago he heard the words he knew would come eventually. “We can't do anything more for her here in the hospital,” the Doctor told him. “Insurance will not continue to cover the costs, so we are arranging for Hospice care.” Words that he know would eventually be coming, but he had hoped for a miracle.
How to Keep Your Relationship Fresh
Relationships are hard work. We all know that. It’s fun and exciting when it all begins, you fall in love, and you make a commitment. But the day-to-day hassles of life can easily take their toll.
Gareth JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in HumansSigns You've Been Breadcrumbed
Breadcrumbing sucks, and it's all too common. No, we're not talking about the cooking term "breadcrumbing," which involves covering meats and veggies in bread before deep-frying them. We're talking about dating breadcrumbing, which is when people actively lead you on and keep you in the aisles.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 7 years ago in HumansHow to Detect a Wetico Invasion
It has been defined by some as "a disease of civilization" and while I understand that viewing point, I would say it is a disease that is incubated in the colonized civilizations.
Krow FischerPublished 7 years ago in HumansHow Abusive Relationships Change Our Self-Esteem
My longest relationship without pause lasted two and a half years. Some people will scoff and say, "bah, that's nothing. I've spent 20 years with my partner!" Well, at the time it was a feat for me. I had long ago written myself off as one of those unfortunate souls who just couldn't keep a relationship going, so I did everything in my power to keep my partner happy and engaged. I had no idea, however...even though I found myself in tears more than I smiled, frustrated more often than calm, and feeling utterly helpless at times...that I was being abused.
Raven AuroraPublished 7 years ago in HumansHere's What's Going On
This is a story about the reality of a relationship and a Tiffany bracelet. It’s been 7 months since I was given the bracelet, the very same one he first put on the right side of my wrist. Yesterday, I took it off for the very first time and have not put it back on since. I have no plans to put it back on.
NIKKI LANDRYPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhy Are Men Weird About Strong Women?
I was 17 years old when they discovered the brain tumor. The size of a pea, it rested in the right temporal lobe, close to my ear. It had been slowly growing and gradually plaguing me and everyone I loved for almost a year, when the strange behavior first began at the start of my senior year of high school.
Liz LaPointPublished 7 years ago in HumansThe Burden of the Heart's Eye
My main purpose of writing anything that I write and in the way that I do today is to be able to visit myself, to possibly feel things that I had not felt, or to give space to emotions that I had swept under the rug as I also try to hold your hand (the reader) to take this journey with me, to find yourself in my story as I find myself in yours through our similar life experiences, and perhaps smile at the thought of "Hey, I thought I was the only one." As long as we let honesty be our guide.
Winnie RugambaPublished 7 years ago in HumansDown in a Hole
I wasn't even 18 yet and I was turning into the "Get those kids off my damn yard" neighborhood ol' lady that was rumored to eat children after tricking them with candy and luring them into the oven. I had no idea how to do anything but cry and push away anything that would distract me from grieving. Basically I took everything that was potentially great about me and became the polar opposite. I pulled away from anyone and everyone. I would only socialize when it came to passing a joint or finding out who had pot. I would stay hidden in my room, hugging that spot he laid last, hoping to smell his scent once more. To feel connected to the boy who shared my body. The viewings came and I would stay until everyone left. I forced smiles, bullshitting through unimportant chit chat. I put on a brave face and a thick skin to wade through the mass amounts of people coming to pay their final respects to my boy. At night I put on his favorite CD and would tell him good night until the day I had to say goodbye. Kissing his forehead and apologizing for not being able to keep him in my arms.
Amanda KuhlPublished 7 years ago in Humans