humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Nonexistent
Is it just me that feels nonexistent at times? I find that no matter how much I give or how good I am or what change I make in the world around me, that the impact I will make will be as insignificant as a grain of sand. No good day is ever good enough for the looming gray cloud that plagues this world and my mind.
By Amber Miranda9 years ago in Humans
Living in Your Friend's Shadow
My mum once told me, you cannot change another person, you can only change how you handle them or the situations you face. And this, by principle, is something I live by. Okay, so we've all had that one friend (or maybe more) who is adored by everyone, she's usually tall, thin, gets on with the lads, funny, confident, and basically everything you feel you are not. But you love her, she's your best friend, and even though your personalities are kinda polar opposites, it works. Alright... It doesn't always work, you fight from time to time, either she's being flaky, or you feel left out, and in the end, you realise you were both wrong, and you makeup, and the world is a better place again.
By Shannon Clarke9 years ago in Humans
Thoughts of an Introvert
"...She tried to find herself in places that didn't exist..." I was a ghost to eyes who never bothered to look, a boring book to minds that never cared to read and a blank human canvas to those who never tried to understand. I am somebody, a very natural soul in a very unnatural world.
By Emrys Snow9 years ago in Humans
Embrace Your Inner Goddess
Every day we wake up and are faced with choices. Every choice that we make has an outcome. Life is a lot like, a choose your own adventure book. When we make a choice our life takes us in different directions. If we decide to not make a choice, that is a choice in its self. Not deciding has its own set of consequences, but I will go into that a little bit later, without getting too far ahead of myself.
By Nicole (Nikki) M.9 years ago in Humans
Who Does Your Happiness Depend On?
It is 10th of June 2017, 11:41 am as I’m sat on my bed, with my laptop on my thighs. The duvet’s covering my feet so I’m not too cold even though the window’s open; I’m usually cold, although I like feeling the soft pre-afternoon breeze that comes in through the open window.
By Nikola Lodkowska9 years ago in Humans
Thinking Back I - Bullies
Do you remember the time in primary school, secondary or even college? The time when you felt like every morning you have to go to a Big Brother's house where everyone will be looking at you, judging, waiting for you to slip so they could eliminate you? Where everything was a reason for someone to take a piss out of you. The way you dress, music you like, your grades being too low or too high. Being a girl, hanging out with mainly boys in secondary school made you a slut, and it didn't matter whether you slept with every single one of them or were a virgin, you were still a slut. Being a boy and hanging out with girls either made a sex god or a wuss, it all depended on what other "sins" you've committed, gods forbid you had great grades and read a lot of books. Everything seemed to be a reason to spread rumours, call you names, laugh at you, shun you and even if you did do something great nobody ever cared.
By Veronica Hunter9 years ago in Humans
Last Chance for a Slow Dance
They slipped away one by one as they town slept. The weak shadows cast by the glow of digital clocks were almost invisible as they first flexed and stretched, straining to reach a wall or the leg of a dresser. The deeper, more defined shadows created by the lights lining the streets of Pine Grove twisted away from their owners easily, almost rising from the floor as the dashed down stairs and along empty hallways.
By Shae Davidson9 years ago in Humans
Days with Fleas in My Ears
We had a peculiar neighbour. When I say peculiar, it goes to such an extent where I used to run away from his peculiarity of sustained high-pitched tone of whining. He has something or the other always to clutch at. Either it is about the other neighbour's black cat every morning he looks at first when he opens his main door, or about the darned nuisance created by the songbirds or the cock crows waking him up early morning. He even complains about the owls blasting in and fracturing his silent nights with their unholy hoots, invariably followed by a proverbial death news the following day.
By Suresh Nellikode9 years ago in Humans
