Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
Gentrificate
The night breeze at this outdoor café reminds her of his fingers in her hair. She wants those fingers on her skin, her waist. She sighs and leans in to him even more, caressing his soft palms and coarse knuckles. A thickened middle finger joint. A pointer finger ever pointing to it's left. A pinky finger unable to bow. The hands that knew every inch of her and so expertly learned her most private of inches now spent their time fumbling with the wooden table where they sit. Ripping off the stickers from local bars and bands, his smoke-yellowed two fingers use their oil to rub of the remainder of the glue from the first sticker, his left palm rubbed itself against it, rolling it into a tiny ball until his thumb stamped it, stuck to it, and dropped it into an upside down beer cap that was sitting at the table before they intruded on its rest. She is jealous of the stickers, ripped to shreds by his hands, though no one who knew her would ever have guessed. His fingers were all crookedly healed from years of jamming hands bartending without insurance. Half the time she's known him he's had one or another finger handsomely wrapped with popsicle sticks by the school nurses where they met working as assistant teachers. She loves those hands. They show his two jobs, his exhaustive daily effort to succeed. Her last boyfriend's mom got a new nose “just for fun,” and these hands are about 60% of her attraction to her Bushwick-raised man.
By Durf Durfy8 years ago in Humans
Married Woman Seeks Affair
The shit thing about being married to a nice guy is everyone likes him and everyone thinks you're a bitch. My husband is nice. My husband is so nice, every time someone meets him they love him, he has a plethora of friends and comes across as a perfectly normal lovely person. Little do people know he actually is a dick and hates everyone but that's another story for another time.
By Ashleigh Bryce8 years ago in Humans
My Story with J.
Like when I spoke to and was associated with 👤 , most of this took place before I came out. And before I dated 🐧 . I'd like to also add that I may be missing some fragments. I only seem to remember the specific events whenever I try typing out these things...
By Alec Andrews8 years ago in Humans
Autumn and Winter Romance
I met Robert on Halloween in 2015. I was dressed head-to-toe in early twentieth century clothing as a vampire who could not bring herself to dress in modern fashion. I was particularly proud of myself because I had managed to spend less than five hundred dollars on the costume, which I could use for multiple purposes outside of Halloween. I was also the most fancily dressed at the Halloween party — that was, until Robert walked in the room.
By Colleen Sweeney8 years ago in Humans
Some Words to a Girl
So here are all the basics you should probably know before reading. First things first: I've never dated anyone. I've never been in a relationship. I've never felt loved by anyone other than relatives. And I've never taken much interest in girls.
By Steven Dormer8 years ago in Humans
Haunted
She sat before the large, opened casket as tears slowly streamed down her face. He lie still, his hands folded over his stomach and his eyes closed. She watched him cautiously, waiting to see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He's not breathing, Amelia, she thought to herself. He's dead. Her mother wrapped her arm around her waist and heaved a sigh as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder and closed her eyes.
By Allison Downs8 years ago in Humans
Open Letter to the Boy Who Didn't Deserve Me
They say being in love with one person while you’re dating someone else is wrong. I agree with this statement, but I also have done that very thing. People were right; I couldn’t decide what I wanted. Between you and him, I obviously chose the worse partner. But this is about the conventionally better partner, you.
By Hollyann Jagodzinski8 years ago in Humans
