humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Cafeteria Courage
When I was eight, perhaps nine years old in Elementary School, I begged my parents for lunch money. I had been making my own lunch for two years then, and it always left me dissatisfied, and more importantly, made me look poor. I bought my lunches from then on, 4th grade then—it was 4th grade.
Vivian ClarkePublished 3 years ago in HumansRenaissance Festival War Stories Aug 28/29, 2021
Weekend 2 Aug 28/29, 2021 At the end of the day Saturday, I found the young gentleman artist who drew the riddlers last week. Turns out, he's apprenticing with another artist at fest. He says she captures the soul like no one else and he's hoping to learn how to do what she does as well. I tell him that what he did and showed us last week was so special and touching to me and gave him a four-leafed clover. It was an honor to be his subject. He said we are a great group to use to learn from because we are both animated on stage, and we don't move from our spots much, so we work well as drawing subjects. Kicking myself for not getting his name. Now that I know where to find him, I certainly will next week.
Tinka Boudit She/HerPublished 3 years ago in HumansScarlet Love
Scarlet Love The rain danced on top the tin overhang. Ting. Ting. Ting. Muffled sounds of the street beckon through the apartment window. I have lived here for 40 years. She was just a young girl in love when I first perched her shoulder. Now she is there, in the chair with eyes that no longer can see my colors. Love has long gone but it’s absence has not taken the gentleness from her hand.
Rebecca MannPublished 3 years ago in HumansA Place I Can Never Visit
As he tipped his glass to get the last sip of the ginger muddled rum, "I haven't told you the story yet." “Not yet”, I replied.
Donna ScarolaPublished 3 years ago in HumansCan You Accept Yourself The Way You Are?
The image above shows a road toward the beach. There is also a side road that walks along the beach but never gets to the beach. There is a road back to where you begin and a road through the trees that you can not see from this picture. A road can lead toward many places.
Gabriella KorosiPublished 3 years ago in HumansFinding Peace
The noise was unfathomable. She tried to go back to sleep. She tried to block out the noise, but she couldn’t. How could she with that insufferable racket outside this flimsy “cabin”? She groaned with discontent. She couldn’t believe her dad had drug her to this remote jungle. She left all her friends, gave up all aspects of normal life and now she was being forced to give up her sleep. She couldn’t stand it. She hated this jungle and couldn’t understand why anyone would want to save this horrible place. The bugs were enormous and terrifying. The heat and humidity were next level oppressive. How could he do this to her? How could he drag her down here away form all the memories of her mom? Couldn’t he see how much she was hurting? She needed to be distracted by her friends and malls. She needed to come to terms with the loss of her mom. She didn’t need to be in the middle of nowhere in a bug-ridden hell hole. She knew the sun would rise soon and after begging and pleading with the almighty sleep Gods she drifted back into an anything but restful slumber.
Jolene CavePublished 3 years ago in HumansNative Injustice: Antiquated and underfunded healthcare in Indian Country - Part 3
The Indian Health Service also known as IHS is the federal healthcare system for American Indian and Alaskan Natives. Established in 1787, the IHS was founded through special relationships between the federal government and all 574 federally recognized tribes in 37 states. There are 26 hospitals, 59 health centers, and 32 health stations in 8 states. The biggest concern is that some of these hospitals are in remote areas.
A moment with the dead, please
I woke up today with a yearning. I wanted to go home. I’ve been living abroad for what sometimes feels way too long. For quite some time, I’ve had this tugging in my heart. The strings of my heart are being pulled like a parent beckoning their children: come now, it’s time to come home. But today’s yearning is of a different sort.
Madame MoudmakPublished 3 years ago in HumansGrowth from a Small Town
Not all birds migrate, and thus this is my tale as a non-migrating bird. Just because I didn't migrate, however, does not mean I didn't leave the nest. It has been several years since I left the nest, and that old small town. Though I live only thirty miles away, I must confess that I rarely return for a visit. I often take a route "over the hill" and "through the woods" to visit my family that lives in the countryside on the town's outskirts. The interstate route on my way to a larger city westward can also completely bypass the small town, so there hasn't been a reason for me to return; until now.
E.L. MartinPublished 3 years ago in HumansCaught Inside
Every morning started out the same for me. I was in such a routine so that I couldn’t be distracted by anything else or think of the fact that I hadn’t been with a girl in months. Not since my last submissive and I ended things, it was a mutual agreement. Something happened all those months ago and I was unable to be myself anymore, I needed to change things so that I could move on with my life, too bad it stuck with me. I distanced myself from everyone, even my best friend hasn’t seen me since the incident. Surfing has become my passion and it helps me stay level headed, shrinks were never for me.
Kaitlynn CarverPublished 3 years ago in HumansLetters to myself
Letters to myself Surviving your 20's Alex Steele"There are billions of souls waiting to have a shot... Make the most out of yours"
Prettyboysteele 💎Published 3 years ago in HumansRain
From what has been a decent chunk of time without rain, it has come back and seemingly to stay. Based in Manchester, UK; how am I surprised though- this is rain's hometown, the place he resides day in day out.
Noah DouglasPublished 3 years ago in Humans