humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
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“Granny, why is it there’s always loud noises, like a banging sound, coming from next door at night?” “Well, sweetie, most people around here struggle to... keep their homes, you see”,Grandma Oletta replies while having difficulty looking for her work apron.“You just ignore those noises as much as you can and pray everything is alrig-- there you are”, she finds her uniform and rushes over to her granddaughter, Sōlace, then plants a kiss on her forehead. Out of breath, she says, “Just pray everything is alright with our neighbors, okay sweetie? Mama will be home soon.”
By Justin Matthew6 years ago in Humans
Breakdown BK
The daylight flickered onto my car windows. I stayed calm amid rush hour. Some passerby’s are in protest. People are on every corner- even at the bus stop requesting to sign a petition. I understand the commotion. I am careful not to rushby pedestrians. Their eyes are very watchful while automobiles became careful at every turn signal. I am patient although human. However, a few autos keep going circling around them.
By Pearl Thomas6 years ago in Humans
Twelve hours in a diner
10:45am I walk into the twenty-four hour diner located on the corner of Holly Close and Moonwell Crescent. I’ve been coming here for months, and it’s my favourite place to be. The décor is very 1950’s American, with shiny chrome and red pretend-leather seats. The booths are my personal favourite. Sunlight fills every corner, reflecting on the shiny tiled surfaces. I take a seat. I watch everyone.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Humans
The Risk of Being Known
Prudence Mitchell had played with this harp since she was 4. This four-foot-tall silver masterpiece had been her first best friend. Now, her freshmen year in high school would begin after being home-schooled. She played many times for the Home school Association functions and for her family, but now the opportunity came to play for these new peers she wanted to know and be known by at the Star of the Hour Talent Presentation.
By Brigida Levonna6 years ago in Humans
Some Joe
Some Joe By J. Scott Wade “The coffee’s cold!” sounded like cawfees co-ode, Joe barked. His declaration directed from the 24/7 diner counter to the server in his Charleston, south of Broad, drawl. The server, a young woman, maybe twenty years old said, “I’m sorry Joe, ” as she refilled the old man’s mug. Joe said, “Hell to Betsy girl. Whatcha doing? I want a fresh mug. Geez, are you stupid. Where’s Jake? And it’s Mr. Joe, to you!” The servers eyes welled with tears and she scurried away.
By J. S. Wade6 years ago in Humans
More Than Dinner Less Than Friends
I smiled when she sat down at the table. I had only been waiting ten minutes. She wasn’t as late as she used to be. I'd considered eating at the little 24/7 diner across the street. I figured I'd be hungry by the time she showed up.
By Matthew Donnellon6 years ago in Humans
The Pie's The Thing
She felt a chill in the air as she walked down the sidewalk. “Glad I grabbed my sweater,” she thought to herself. Head down, hands in her pockets she slowly walked replaying over and over the events of the evening. Mindy still can not believe Jake walked out on her.
By Catherine DeMaria Sheetz6 years ago in Humans
Christmas Eve at the Life Café
Welcome to the Life Café, open 24/7, every day of the year. If you’re looking for a place to talk about what matters in life, this is it – poetry, music, philosophy, politics, all good. Religion too, and your sex life. Sometimes even historical debates spark up, or conversations about food. And death. You can talk about death, sometimes even your own. That’s what I do here, I talk. And I read my poetry. Sometimes.
By Sandra Tena6 years ago in Humans
