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Living in Your Friend's Shadow
My mum once told me, you cannot change another person, you can only change how you handle them or the situations you face. And this, by principle, is something I live by. Okay, so we've all had that one friend (or maybe more) who is adored by everyone, she's usually tall, thin, gets on with the lads, funny, confident, and basically everything you feel you are not. But you love her, she's your best friend, and even though your personalities are kinda polar opposites, it works. Alright... It doesn't always work, you fight from time to time, either she's being flaky, or you feel left out, and in the end, you realise you were both wrong, and you makeup, and the world is a better place again.
By Shannon Clarke7 years ago in Humans
Thoughts of an Introvert
"...She tried to find herself in places that didn't exist..." I was a ghost to eyes who never bothered to look, a boring book to minds that never cared to read and a blank human canvas to those who never tried to understand. I am somebody, a very natural soul in a very unnatural world.
By Emrys Snow7 years ago in Humans
Curse Lingers
Should I even be upset? I mean I should have known what would happen next. Ok, This is the deal Mr. Cupid. Since you must know; I was riding in the car with a friend, his wife and their daughter, whom I call my niece. We were going to her gymnastic class for the afternoon.
By Art Creeps7 years ago in Humans
Sowing Seeds of Love
The picture above is courtesy of my wife who made this as a poster for an event we are planning in our town. Over the past 10 years, I've been working as an addiction and mental health counselor with a focus on helping people develop authentic spirituality and self-awareness. My work touches on a concept that is often talked about but thus far seldom practiced: learning to love ourselves and bringing our focus to cultivating a positive relationship with who we are, right now.
By Michael Thielmann7 years ago in Humans
Embrace Your Inner Goddess
Every day we wake up and are faced with choices. Every choice that we make has an outcome. Life is a lot like, a choose your own adventure book. When we make a choice our life takes us in different directions. If we decide to not make a choice, that is a choice in its self. Not deciding has its own set of consequences, but I will go into that a little bit later, without getting too far ahead of myself.
By Nicole (Nikki) M.7 years ago in Humans
5 Things to Help Un-Break Your Heart, Once He Broke It
One of the worst things to go through in life is a break-up. You can be in a relationship with someone whom you believed to be "the one" and they suddenly turn around and rip your heart out of your chest. You are left feeling weak in the knees for all the wrong reasons when you were once feeling weak in the knees for all the right reasons.
By Beth Gibbons7 years ago in Humans
Who Does Your Happiness Depend On?
It is 10th of June 2017, 11:41 am as I’m sat on my bed, with my laptop on my thighs. The duvet’s covering my feet so I’m not too cold even though the window’s open; I’m usually cold, although I like feeling the soft pre-afternoon breeze that comes in through the open window.
By Nikola Lodkowska7 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter To My First Love
My first breakup was almost 3 years ago. I was 15 and in what felt like love with my best friend. Heartbreak is a difficult thing to describe unless the person you are explaining it to has experienced it themselves. I've gone through a fair number of things in my brief 18 years, none of which I will divulge here, but my first breakup is still the cause of the most pain that I have ever felt.So this is to you, an open letter.I highly doubt that you will read it, but I'd like to start by pleading that you read until the end, I'm not bitter anymore, I'd just like a favour, for the good times we had, as friends, and whilst we were together.For the sake of keeping you anonymous, I'll refer to you as John.To John,It's been a long time since we've spoken now, you blocked me on a good number of social media sites after the breakup to ensure cutting me off was kept simple and quick. I don't know why you would want to hurt me like that, we were friends for years, John. I remember meeting you for the first time, you had a crush on my best friend! (I know you don't speak to her anymore, so in case you were wondering, I don't think she's doing too great at school. I think she's finding making new friends a little daunting, but her relationship is going well, maybe message her if you get the time, you always made her laugh, she could use that right now.)The first time I spoke to you was to urge you on to ask her on a date, because I knew that she really liked you. Who wouldn't? You were shy, but once you opened up to someone you were really funny, sweet, loved dogs, were a great older brother and all these other wonderful things that I thought made you absolutely amazing, and perfect for my best friend, let's call her Jane. Although I don't think she likes that name (sorry, Jane). You asked her to go on a date when I said to you 'She likes confident guys.' and nudged you with my elbow; this was 5 years ago, but I can still remember it clear as day. Walking down the street on our way home from school in late summer, the air felt warm and the sun had already begun to set. I miss that, walking home with you.You went on a date shortly afterwards, there had been a sex scene in the film that had made you feel so awkward you told me that you'd gone bright red. You were so embarrassed that you spilt the popcorn from your lap on the way to the bathroom, nice one, John. You didn't go on a date again afterwards, but we'd started to become friends at that point, as you used to confide in me and tell me about your crush on Jane, not knowing who else to turn to or ask for help other than her best friend for 'female advice', you said.
By Lola Rose Wright7 years ago in Humans
Thinking Back I - Bullies
Do you remember the time in primary school, secondary or even college? The time when you felt like every morning you have to go to a Big Brother's house where everyone will be looking at you, judging, waiting for you to slip so they could eliminate you? Where everything was a reason for someone to take a piss out of you. The way you dress, music you like, your grades being too low or too high. Being a girl, hanging out with mainly boys in secondary school made you a slut, and it didn't matter whether you slept with every single one of them or were a virgin, you were still a slut. Being a boy and hanging out with girls either made a sex god or a wuss, it all depended on what other "sins" you've committed, gods forbid you had great grades and read a lot of books. Everything seemed to be a reason to spread rumours, call you names, laugh at you, shun you and even if you did do something great nobody ever cared.
By Veronica Hunter7 years ago in Humans