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Stories in Humans that you'll love, handpicked by our team.
Dear Emanuel. Top Story - June 2025.
Dear Emanuel I know not to start a letter with the phrase, “I am writing” because Mrs Digby let me know that it was superfluous and Mrs D’Rosario told me it was hack. But it is hard to know how to start a letter to a man I only met once.
By Rachel Robbinsabout a year ago in Humans
The Results are IN!. Top Story - June 2025.
Well, the wait is finally over. There's good news. Amazing news. So here it is: Chemotherapy has worked. There is necrotic tissue on the lymph nodes shown in the CT scan. The tumor shrank significantly, as well. What are the next steps? Where do we go from here on this roller coaster ride? Well, I'll tell you.
By Jessie Lynn Nelsonabout a year ago in Humans
Move to the Rhythm. Top Story - June 2025.
We are all born with a natural rhythm. It controls our actions and thoughts from birth until death. I know this sounds like an oversimplification because everyone seems so different. Some people may sing like a nightingale or croak like a frog. Others move like they are walking on air while the rest of us dance as though we are wearing cement shoes. No matter where our talents lie, the beat is in us all. Let me explain.
By Mark Gagnonabout a year ago in Humans
The Ones Who Walk Away From Our "Perfect City". Top Story - June 2025.
In Ursula K. Le Guin's haunting story "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas," citizens live in a perfect city of prosperity and joy. The streets are clean, the people are happy, children play in sunlit squares. It is, in every way, an ideal society very similar to what many Americans wish our country to be.
By G. A. Boteroabout a year ago in Humans
Judith. Top Story - June 2025.
I would visit to massage her feet and help in any other way I could. Her conversation was often about her son, just five years old at the time. She ruminated on what would become of him once she was gone. That concerned her most of all.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Humans
Reminder Of Reality. Top Story - June 2025.
It was both long ago and recently when the curtains of destiny fell on me near dusk. Much conventional wisdom would say that a year or two is a lot, but I’ve also heard at least one anecdote of that same amount not seeming very long. No matter, though.
By Snarky Lisaabout a year ago in Humans
SYMPHONY OF LOVE. Top Story - May 2025.
The drum of your pulse resounds through me, a familiar thrum. I can hear your dreams; they ring in my ears like Heaven’s bells. I know you like the back of my hand, and I give you all of me, an offering, cupped in my palms for the taking. Your passions are my own; we are one in the same. I take them in my grasp and hold them to my lips, kissing your words like wet, slackened mouths, like open gashes. I cherish each idea, each syllable, all of you. For access to your mind, I am starved and aching. Stain me with your ideals, love. I will bleed for them; I will bleed for you. Touch your hand to mine; feel the weight of my pride for you. I would know you anywhere across the surface of the world. I would hear you in a sea of a million voices, and I would track you down. I will show you my own passion, my own light. I will be your Knight in shining armor, your glorious King, your Queen of all high. I will be your God, if you’ll let me. I will make my way through the darkness and back again just to hear your voice, to bask in the sweet symphony of you. I will give it all away, just to fight tooth and nail for it again, to keep you by my side. I will throb and ache for you. I will sing your melodies when you have not the strength; I will relish in the reverberation of your eternal song. Yours is a song as old as time, a beautiful hymn, a sweet, soft tune, yet something bold, something unrelenting. This forgotten music of you—how could I have forsaken it? How could I not sway to your rhythm? My body is a plucked string, vibrating, blurred in the dark of night. I move aimlessly for you. I curl like a wisp of vapor, a tuft of cloud, a lick of flame. I am everything around you, within you. I twirl your worries around in a circle above your head; let me make a lesson of your pain. Let me send away all that may harm you with a flick of my finger, a downwards jolt of hand, and it will be gone. You may have every breath in my lungs, every unsung note stuck in the hollow of my throat. To you, I give my all. I dedicate this music of my life to you. I give you my arms, the wiry, wild, fluid windmills of my soul. I give you my legs, how they stride, how they part, how they leap for joy. I give you my open heart, red and pounding, alive, awake, gaping in your wake. All of me is a symphony; all of me desires you. I will live for you. I will sing your name from the tallest mountaintops. I will glide side to side in the deepest pits of the sea, just to hear your timbred voice spill from your lips, a sugar sweet antidote to this world’s poison. My heart is yours forevermore, and it sings with such joy to have you.
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Humans
How Gen X Redefined Traditional Norms.... Top Story - May 2025. Content Warning.
Gen X is often portrayed as the generation that raised themselves and there is a reason for this. Gen X'ers were raised by the Silent Generation and Boomers, which those older generations were generally very set in their ways and opinions. They had a hard life, living through wars and massive changes on a global scale. Religion was still a priority but the time for church became something that was not as pressured on the Gen X kids as by these generations. Silent Gen and Boomers were often busy working, especially as technology began to rapidly advance and the cost of living rose just as quickly. The older generations also were not accustomed to the mindset of there being much to "worry" about when it came to letting "kids be kids", because they were raised with the mindset to work, and work meant supporting your family - even if it kept you from them often.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Humans
Divine Alignment. Top Story - May 2025.
I have been on my own personal spiritual quest for true divine alignment for some time now, and while I have been walking my path, I have come to a profound realization. Gaining spiritual strength is not something that can simply be accomplished by taking in knowledge pertaining to spiritual concepts, or by listening to the experiences of other spiritual practitioners.
By Kaylon Forsythabout a year ago in Humans
