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The Joy of Yelling at Objects
I got up earlier than usual the other morning. As I stumbled aross the bedroom floor on my way to coffee, I saw the scale just sitting there. Oh okay, what the hell, I thought. I stepped on it, still bleary-eyed, but as soon as I looked down I became wide awake with rage.
Daphne FayePublished 2 years ago in HumansWe Each Have A Story To Tell
I have been governed by one principle for as long as I can remember: and that is to always be truthful. Even at the risk of losing something, I still remain true to this in my life. My father once said of me that I see things in black and white and that I express my thoughts, feelings, and ideas without a hidden agenda - often expecting the same of others.
Rebecca A Hyde GonzalesPublished 2 years ago in HumansOne Thing You Love About Yourself
A few weeks ago I was inspired by a TikTok creator named Magnus Davies. Magnus had a series of videos where he would go up to strangers on the street and ask them what they love about themselves. I was so impressed with the interactions and conversations this created.
Matthew HandelPublished 2 years ago in HumansInconsequential
My wife loved plants. Love, even as powerful of a word as it is, cannot accurately describe how intensely she felt about them. The leaves, the petals, the roots … were all intertwined within her. She could never walk past without running her fingers across them, without whispering a word of affection. Sometimes I felt as if she loved them more than me, more than herself.
Sara LarcaPublished 2 years ago in HumansAre You Relying On Friends To Help Your Passion?
I know I am. It’s almost impossible not to when you’re first starting an endeavor. I’m not sure how reliable my friends are when it comes to my art, though. I don’t want to sound like I’m ungrateful or that they don’t support me, because I feel the love, but I know that they don’t always have time. I don’t always have the money to support my friends that are trying to get a business started.
Joshua ReedPublished 2 years ago in HumansConstellations
The fever clinic is sparse and disorienting, overhead fluoros at once too bright and too dim. It’s a warm April evening and the clinic doors are open to the shabby side street where the ambulances idle. Out on the footpath a plexiglass shelter stretches in both directions; black Xs mark the pavement at evenly spaced intervals. But I’m the only one here, aside from three young nurses who look as dazed as I feel. Flying ants litter the floor of the triage area and flit low through the space, trailing us into the hallway that leads to the examination room.
Jess KilbyPublished 2 years ago in HumansThe Ice Cream Man Cometh
My childhood memories are tinged in shades of black and white. Although various relatives and friends used their Kodak and Polaroid cameras to capture in vivid color many of the moments from the late 1970s and early 1980s, when my father got behind the lens they were recorded in black and white or sepia tones.
Cheryl WrayPublished 2 years ago in HumansWe Got Lost in Paris
Through the cobblestone streets we traipsed, enchanted by the ancient city, as bewildered as Alice in Wonderland. There is no better wonderland to be lost in than Paris.
Marie WilsonPublished 2 years ago in HumansVerbal Bullying & Disabilities
While going through the self-check-out at my local Walmart, I was a victim of a Verbal Bully. I was scanning my items at the self-check-out; a male in his seventies decided to point the finger at me. He stood at the next check out and loudly laughed, "He has Faggot Eyes!" I looked and did not ever remember seeing this man before.
Bruce Curle `Published 2 years ago in HumansDear Xylo (Issue #3)
Dear Xylo is an advice column published weekly. Xylo is an expert at nothing, yet answers questions on every topic. Sometimes he is spot on and other times he's dead wrong - that's the chance you take with Dear Xylo.
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 2 years ago in HumansThoughts Of An Introvert in Love
There is something creepy about love expressed through abstinence and forbearance. Those piercing stares of desire you direct towards your person of affection as if begging them to notice you. More often than not, it's as if they don’t see you even when you can clearly see them looking at you.
James SsekamattePublished 2 years ago in Humans"I Like Corn!"
A man and a woman meet working in a Manhattan farm to table restaurant. In the middle of Chelsea, they learn how intentional food can be and how every ingredient matters and makes a difference. Fresh local melon paired with a sustainably caught Arctic Char. A strawberry shortcake with fresh grated lime zest adding a zip to the richness. Whole butchered lambs being carried through the back dining room on their way down to be used fully in creative dishes to honor their lives. Every spice, every garnish has purpose. This is where food becomes art, even down to a single kernel of corn.
Adrienne TellierPublished 2 years ago in Humans