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Stories in Humans that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Most Likely to Thrive.
It’s cute in a yearbook when the statement “most likely to” is used. Most likely to travel around the world, most likely to cure cancer, most likely to go vegan, etc.
Thorn EverbloomPublished 19 days ago in HumansInevitable Love
I got married to Balla 7 months after meeting him. Some people might think that it’s way too soon to get married because you “don’t even know the person”… But let me explain. Within the first 5 minutes of speaking to Balla, these three things intrusively popped into my mind: “wow, look at his eyes”, “we would make beautiful babies” and “is he... the one?” And then, I completely let him go. I didn’t even think anything of him or have a feeling of attachment towards him. In fact, I was speaking to another guy, who had just gotten my name tattooed on his chest *insert face palm emoji here* so that guy was taking up most of my attention. But I can tell you that the moment I saw Balla walk in that door, I fell in love. My conscious didn’t know it in the moment, since time is an illusion, but now that I look back at those vivid moments, my heart knew that we were compatible. I suppose it was an intuition— I just knew (but my brain did not… thank God).
Vanessa WilsonPublished 19 days ago in HumansThere Are Many Things I Miss About Being Married
It has been three months since my husband did an about-face and refused to continue marriage counseling. Since he told me I was the cause of all his problems. Three months since the last time we slept in the same bed, or shared a kiss, or touched each other at all.
Alecia KennedyPublished 20 days ago in HumansBefriending a Princess
On Wednesday, January 20, 2016, I had an odd conversation with a dear friend of mine. The actual words we exchanged were normal enough, but there was something hanging in the air between us that I couldn’t name. There seemed to be a question in his eyes.
Jesse HixsonPublished 23 days ago in Humans- Second Place in Good Deeds Challenge
Good Deeds: A Sustainable Community Health Model
Most of the time people react to the “I’ve been living in NYC” response with passive, aggressive or assuming remarks about New Yorker’s rough exteriors. The once safe icebreaker question now warrants an awkward, juggling response... see, while I expect to be slammed with cab doors while bike riding, triple slapped by weather, relationships and train times on the same day, I’ve been stunned by more “did that just happen, people are so beautiful” moments.
Carly F. J.Published 27 days ago in Humans It's the Thought that Counts
My current job involves the following tasks: Stand perfectly erect, clean shopping carts, greet the shoppers, and monitor the store capacity every hour. This is as mundane as life gets during the pandemic. The seemingly mechanical motions of my life make me crave any sort of spontaneous occurrence, but they only really make themselves known every month or so. This story depicts one of them, and it involves a good deed of course.
We Don't Care about Your Personality Type
"I am an ENF5P wing 7, TJ, sanguine, charismatic, introverted extrovert, but secretly really extroverted but also introverted, deep, deep, deep waters, 5 wing 4 and you better respect me."
Natalie SpackPublished 29 days ago in HumansTop of the World
I didn’t mean to die. Not really. Not entirely. I only meant to live. The woods sang their daily song as I trailed a lazy hand over rich, leafy greens. Rough, hallowed logs. Damp, fertile soil. The sun streamed lazily through the canopy above, creating curtains of hazy light along my trodden path.
Goodbye, C.
“CG.” Her initials are tattooed on the left side of my back and sometimes, inexplicably, the tattoo raises like a welt and I can trace her script with my pointer finger. We got these tattoos two months before we graduated from college—a journey we shared together right from the start. You see, we were randomly paired up as roommates in 2011, our freshman year. Throughout those four years, we were known across campus for our immovable friendship. We were attached at the hip—we sobbed together when things got hard, we drunkenly danced at house parties we weren’t invited to, and we played hilarious pranks on each other that drove the rest of our dorm absolutely crazy. She was my person and the existence of one another had us believing in soulmates.
Lexie RobbinsPublished about a month ago in HumansCherish Your Name Like Gold
As a child, I grew up to be ashamed of my name. Danika, Dan-ick-ah. Boys would follow me on the school yard and yell my name in a way that bastardized it and hurt my ears, formed a chorus in the dark corners of my brain that fostered my self hatred. Dan-eek-a, Dan-eek-wa. It wasn’t hard to make a lonely girl cry when all she wants is to fit in, but in a school filled with names on top ten lists and Hollister shirts, that was never an option a poor girl with a weird name received.
Danika MoirPublished about a month ago in HumansShali’s Closet
“It should really be easier, than this.” Shali’s heartbeat began to quicken slightly. She could feel the tension setting into her jaw, and the silence of the inside of her closet becoming louder. This was panic, right? Had to be. Panic must be setting in. Or sheer frustration, at the minimum. Less because of the severity of the situation, and more because of how undone Shali was letting herself become over something so trivial...
Shivani // शिवानीPublished about a month ago in HumansHow Not Having Friends Has Made My Life Better
It’s been a few years since I got away from my friends. It’s not that I’ve gotten rid of them, it’s just that sometimes people’s priorities shift in opposite directions.
Rita ArosemenaPublished about a month ago in Humans