humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Force of a Thousand Trains
One evening in March on my walk home, I was stopped by a moving train, crossing the road just before the parking lot of my apartment. It was the sunniest 5:30PM this town had seen in months. As the train moved along the tracks, the setting sun on the horizon shone through the breaks in the box cars. Sometimes, on my walks through the city, I get an idea for a sentence or an entire story and I rush home, repeating the idea over and over in my head so I don’t forget it before I can write it down. On this day I had no ideas to hurry home for, just an empty stomach that made me anxious to get past the train.
By Katie Healy6 years ago in Humans
Phoenix, Rising Through Hell
I am writing you this letter, in an attempt to heal myself of the damage you have caused me. I am mailing you this letter as a sign of maturity from me. I am writing this letter to express the abuse and trauma you caused me, to remind you of the sins you chose to commit. I have not named you in this letter and I am coming directly to you, in a peaceful manner, but what I have to say, it will not be so peaceful.
By Druw Cameron6 years ago in Humans
People Are Flowers
Aren't flowers beautiful? Flowers are always beautiful even though they are all different. Every flower is unique in its own way yet they are all the same. They all have the same life cycle, they start out as a seed then grow and grow until they eventually die.
By Alyssa Smith6 years ago in Humans
The Imaginary Girl
I thought it was because no one liked me. You see, I do not have many friends. I am not a particularly social person. I like to keep to myself and hopefully avoid awkward interactions with people I do not know. But I think I may have accidentally become so much of a shadow that I am no longer noticed; anything I say is lost in the wind.
By Julia Rivard6 years ago in Humans
It Could All End in a Second
When walking across the road, I noticed I had dropped a trinket given to me by her. As I left to retrieve it, I disregarded my surroundings. Finally picking up my beloved item, I look at it lovingly and smile to myself as I can’t wait to see her again. Stuffing it into my pocket, I turn to resume walking towards the entrance of my destination. However, a loud horn and the screeching of tires catch my attention. Time seems to be slowing down.
By Stephen Watson6 years ago in Humans
Let's Stop the Hate
So, lately I've been noticing as I am sure you have, that the world seems to be falling apart at the seams. We have wars going on yea, but what I'm talking about is in North America's backyard. We have a general crisis, this being that people are so stuck in their own ways of thinking that every little thing SOMEONE ELSE does seems to somehow affect their lives.
By Kristopher Kristianson6 years ago in Humans
Mr. Worthy Hudson: Eulogy for a Master Teacher
The name Frank Capra may not be familiar to you, but he is well known. If you have seen the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life,” then you are very familiar with him. The movie is about a man named George Bailey whose life was going very poorly. His life in 1946 looked almost like our life does in 2009. He requested after a while that he be unborn. His guardian angel reluctantly shows George what life would have been like if he wasn’t born. As the movie progresses and much agony, George strongly prayed to return to the life that he took for granted.
By Maurice Bernier6 years ago in Humans