Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
When You Realize That You Are the 'And Then' Guy in a Relationship
During the thirty-seven years on this planet that I’ve been alive, I’ve only been in about four major relationships. Last night, at work, I was using a ride-on scrubber and cleaning the store that I am employed at. I started reflecting on them. Low and behold, I came upon the realization that I am a "And Then" person: i.e., the transitional person that makes a woman realize that she wants someone better and finds them.
By Erik Mickle8 years ago in Humans
Living Through Hell Chapter 2
Fast forward a few months later. Things seemed to be going pretty good. John had gotten a place of his own. Well kind of. He had a roommate. That is beside the point. I was living just down the road form where he lived. I was sleeping there more and spending a bit more time with him. You think I would have noticed the drinking increasing. I knew about the weed smoking, but not the other drugs.
By Heather Blackburn8 years ago in Humans
Life and Loss
I loved you in a way that only another woman who's had a best friend, at that age, can. I loved you like a sister, like we'd be best friends forever. I saw past the things that made others dislike you. I wanted to see you win in life. We were weird together, happy together, kept each others secrets and made promises we thought we'd take to the grave. There were times, after high school, that you and I lost touch. Babies have a way of doing that, so do boyfriends — bad and good — marriages, and geographical distance didn't help. But when other things in life failed we found our way back.
By Johnna LaFaith8 years ago in Humans
How I'm Moving On
Recently I have had the pleasure of falling in love for almost 2 years. But my pleasure of being loved was short lived. He soon broke my heart like every other guy I let close to me. I had no way of saving my heart from the pain I endured, and am still working through it. But I refused to let this keep me from living my life and I found an object that helped me work through my issues.
By Cassie White8 years ago in Humans
Living Through Hell
*Names have been changed* Okay, to understand this story, you need to know how it all came about. I was 22. Ready to live my life and explore my sexuality. I moved from a small eastern town to a city in Ontario, full of hopes and dreams. I found a great job that I loved and worked hard at for 3 years. Then I met who I thought was the man of my dreams. Well, this is no fairytale.
By Heather Blackburn8 years ago in Humans
Ways Being Single Is Good for Your Health
If you are newly single there is good news in that studies show that it's a GOOD thing; so let's discuss the many ways that being single is good for your health. If you just ended a relationship it probably doesn't feel so great right now. You are examining your life ready to embark on a solo journey, and want a healthier attitude about it. You are ready to socialize but you aren't quite ready for another relationship. Here's something guaranteed to make you feel a whole lot better - a list of the ways being single is good for your health.
By Arlene Nisson Lassin8 years ago in Humans
A High School Lifetime Spent
High school sucks! Second Grade It started with hopes of new friendships and the excitement of what games we would be playing during recess today. My best friend was a boy named James and he would always show up a hour late because his mother would drive him to school when his brothers needed to be at school. During second grade I learned that I was really good at math/science and language arts and I was set on being a biochemist while other kids my age were set on being ballerinas and/or professional football players. I remember I was so excited when I got my addition and subtraction down, it was like I just solved world hunger but differently. I used to play soccer after school because I also wanted to be a famous soccer player, the goalie was my go to spot since I was always a oddly tall kid from day one. This meant I could block almost the whole tiny goal we used. The first thing that actually majorly impacted me was when I won my first school-wide art competition, in which my art piece was hung in the city hall building and I got to shake the hand of the mayor. In second grade I learned that I couldn't just stand by and wait for stuff to happen, I had to make it happen no matter the obstacles that were placed in my way.
By autumn katon8 years ago in Humans
A Promise of Improved Replies
The first time Jon called me nurturing, my heart shriveled like a grape left to dry. I felt my intestines inside my body as if someone were unraveling them to be placed in front of me to see. All my vulnerabilities, my softness, all my feminine tendencies that I had worked so hard to suppress in favor of a tough rind over my heart, they were all exposed and very much so real, no longer hidden. I sat on the carpet in the ninth floor hallway, the smell of which now sends me into a sort of hazy post-traumatic flashback, with his head in my chest trying to remember how to breathe. Nurturing was weak. Nurturing was needy and destitute and soft. I knew how nurturing got in the way of dreams. I watched my mother succumb to her maternity: she regretted missing her daughters grow up when she went to work, and she regretted falling behind in her passion when she stayed home. Every beat of my heart begged and screamed for me to fall to the opposite, to hurt and insult him and prove to him that I am not nurturing, I am strong. Trying to re-identify myself—as a nurturer, a caretaker, a lover, even, at only seventeen—was one of the hardest commitments I’ve ever made. And I am still coming to terms with the fact that I did it for us.
By Amelia Clare Wright8 years ago in Humans
Wounded Survivor
Do you ever think of me? I still think of you but I wish I didn’t. You still haunt my nightmares and have created a fear that is instilled inside me. I wish there was a drug that could erase your existence in my life. Then maybe I could revert back to the woman I use to be. To this day, there is still a fear that lurks inside my very being from what you did to me. It is a deep cloudy pool and every time I try to swim across or find a way around, all the nightmares start bubbling up again, engulfing me. There is no escape as I sink deeper and deeper into the dark water, begging if not praying, to be free.
By Ashley Star8 years ago in Humans
