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Most recently published stories in Humans.

Friends or Enemy?
Have you ever been betrayed by your own best friends before? I have. I’ve never really had close friends. In high school towards the end of my senior year, I completely lost my group of friends. I had no reason why I had lost them but at that time I was dating someone, and I don’t know if it was because of my ex-boyfriend or me. My boyfriend at the time didn’t go to my school, he was older than me. During school I was always texting him and I didn’t understand how my friends stopped talking to me, I felt like it was because they probably thought that I was to invested or whatever I don’t know. I graduated and left with no friends. My boyfriend at that time was my only friend.
By Renee .8 years ago in Humans
I Moved to a Different Country for Love
Long distance! Many people have/ have had a long distance relationship, including myself. I was in one for a little under a year. It didn't end though. I made a life decision based on it, revolving around it. It was the most important thing in my life.
By Julie Olsen8 years ago in Humans
Forgiveness In Relationships
Have you ever been in an argument before with your friend or partner? If so, raise your hand. From the looks of it, it seems like it’s nearly impossible to get into a relationship without getting into some form of conflict at one time or another. This makes me wonder why we choose to step into these kinds of relationships at all in the first place. While everyone may have differing opinions, I believe that life would be utterly boring without having other people around to share our experiences with.
By Ghost Writer8 years ago in Humans
You: A Goodbye Story
Do you remember that day? That night? We sat at the foot of my bed, each on our own sides. You cried, "I love you. You're my best friend," through your tears.
By Vanessa Marie8 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to The Guy Who Gets the Bookworm
You should feel very lucky. She has experienced the greatest love stories of all time. She has travelled through time and space into other worlds. She has lived a thousand different lives, has fallen in love and gotten her heart broken a thousand different times. She has met the universe’s greatest heroes and wildest adventurers and fiercest lovers. And, yet, somehow, you are the one that she chose. You are the one that measured up to, and surpassed, every soulmate that she has ever encountered.
By Faith8 years ago in Humans
Coming Out
The world that we live in isn't as inclusive as we think. We look at those in the LGBT community and we have so many different terms to know and it means that we can label almost every single person. You can not want sex and want a romantic relationship. You can want sex and nothing more. You can like the opposite sex, same sex, both, like those in the middle, like those who feel more boy some days and more girl other days, like those in transition, like all of the above. The LGBT terms are as flexible as a gymnast. The terms are not the problem; the problem is having to tell people.
By Sam Renton8 years ago in Humans
The Red Scarf
James was almost late to his soccer game so I dropped him off instead of parking the car and helping him with his gear. It was just faster that way. So James is currently playing his heart out on a field across town and I am on the shabby rug on my living room floor. There’s just so much to do, yet here I sit, perhaps still in shock.
By Abbey Roman8 years ago in Humans
How to End an Affair
Most people who are cheaters never really imagined they'd end up in that role. After all, only seriously sick, warped people will go into relationships just to hurt the person who loves them. Sometimes, despite the best of intentions, sexual or emotional attraction happens, and people end up making huge mistakes.
By Skunk Uzeki8 years ago in Humans
Belle
A couple of hours is enough to get me excited to see you again. I am a child on a Christmas morning when I see you. When I see you, I cannot help but smile like an idiot. Somehow I feel safe around you, even though I know if we get chased you would ditch me. Wanting to talk to you somehow, you immediately come to my mind. Knowing how talented you are, I am inspired. Your poetry leaves me speechless just like the taste of cookies & cream ice cream every time. You care about everyone, more than yourself. You have a big heart, bigger than my stack of homework. You are never scared to go out your comfort zone, just like me getting out of my bed every morning. You complain about everything, saying you are not good enough, not beautiful enough, not brave enough. But little do you know, in my eyes, you are prettier than Belle and braver than Mulan. You keep helping others while drowning in your own problems. We both know our texts are crazy and if anybody saw them, they would think we are weird. Which we both agree with. Weird as New Yorkers. We both know our moods change like the weather in Texas and we both know how to help each other. We keep struggling, but we know we can always rant to each other later. No matter how small or big our problems are, we tell each other. Everyone knows when it's the both of us together, we are awkward, weird, loud, embarrassing, and crazy. I tell you, "There is a drama club meeting today!" "No." "Please, please," I plead. "Fine," you huff. I drag you, you sit anxious, but your face lights up as soon as you see the refreshments. "Thank you for bringing me here." You smile, glad you came. We both know, you would do anything for food. Even if it's you having to sacrifice going home early and writing poetry. Writing poetry is your escape while taking a shower is mine. You lie on the ground in the middle of your room when you are upset staring at the roof, wondering when you will be able to escape all this and be set free, while I stand under the hot shower, fantasizing about my present and future, while feeling guilty about the water running, remembering when the principal assistant said, "Kids in Africa are starving," which you still think is silly. At the end of each day, we both congratulate each other on making it through the day alive and then head home to text each other about what our future will look like or at least what we hope to. Despair. You still struggle to convince your parents to trust you on going to film school while I still struggle to convince my mom to let me sleep over at your house. You suddenly wanna jump a bridge and I wanna fly high. Like most girls, I think Harry Styles is cute, but you being the "unique" you, you think he looks like a monkey. We both are "unique" and weird in our own way. We might sometimes be different, but we can always understand each other, we can always help each other out. You pose under the tree while I continue taking endless pictures of you. If only you can realize how beautiful you are, maybe I would be able to. If one day, when we are much older, and we re-watch these pictures and videos, you would finally see your beauty. I keep on taking pictures, recording everything we do maybe because what if one day this all fades away and I add onto my list of vanished friendships. Or maybe because it's all surreal. How did I get lucky and actually get a friend like you? Maybe one day, I will do something cheesy like this to make you realize your truly beautiful soul.
By Z I8 years ago in Humans
12 Profiles You'll See Online Dating as a Lesbian. Top Story - October 2017.
Like many of my peers, I have a love-hate relationship with 21st century dating, mostly because I am not good at it. It is rare to meet someone in the 18-24 age bracket, especially in the gay community. Yet after swiping for a while, a lot of the candidates you see look similar. If you're a woman who uses a dating app to date other women, members of these groups will be impossible to avoid.
By Lauren Harsh8 years ago in Humans
Sanctuary
She’s here. Struck dumb, I stand in the way of the customers who obey the barista calling out names assigned to steaming half-caff, double pump espresso mocha latte-chinos. Yet I cannot move, my own Grande 4000 calorie treat sweetly scalding my trembling fingertips, now forgotten in my hand.
By Abbey Roman8 years ago in Humans
The Ring or the Badge?
"How was work?" his wife asked, like she always does. "It was fine," he said curtly as always. She sighed, put down her mug, and trudged back upstairs to check on their daughters.
By Aszia Manson8 years ago in Humans