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Most recently published stories in Humans.

Love Was No Easy Thing
Things were happening, at last, and living was so much better than dreaming. Gil was about five years older than me, which was a lot considering that I was still a teenager, but he was a loner, like me, some kind of precocious philosopher who couldn’t relate to anybody, and we had found each other, which made me ever so happy.
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans
Divorce, a Tornado
The road to DIVORCE—a potential tornado An Asian proverb, “Eik dafa kisi rishte mei talaq ki baat chirr jaye tou wo phir hoti hi hoti hai,” (translation: once the topic of divorce is discussed in a relationship, it becomes inevitable).
By Areej Rehan9 years ago in Humans
Rules for a Casual Relationship
Relationships can get sticky, and to a point, all relationships seem to have some kind of drama risk associated with them. But, some kinds of relationships seem to get messier than others. Casual relationships, for example, tend to have a lot of problems in them — and often result in ugly, nasty blowups.
By Mackenzie Z. Kennedy9 years ago in Humans
One: I Keep Myself
26.06.2017; 02:29 am I went back to our spot at the bridge today. I miss you. I make myself think about other things most of the time and keep myself from thinking about you—us.
By Mingzhu9 years ago in Humans
In Front of The Help.
The first time I felt superior towards someone was while working a summer job at the local Target. My cashier’s job gave me enough pocket money to buy too many cups of coffee at the nearby gas station, a pack of cigarettes per day and gas for my scooter. I was quite young and very insecure. Our boss was a severe, angry man who would scold anyone he could corner and he’d start every day by yelling at his employees. It was like any other morning at the store. I had been working there for a bit over a month. During my second month there, our boss hired a few new summer employees just like me. I sat at the cashiers chair and the customers kept lining up. People would sigh and tap their foot because it was taking me such a long time to figure out a missing price on a clay plant pot. With my shaky voice I called for help through the in-house speaker. No-one came to my rescue. I called for “Staff to cash register number 2” the second time and finally one of the new girls ran over to me. She was very beautiful with a long brown wavy hair and she was a few years older than I was. She smiled and sat down next to me and started ringing people up. The endless line of sulky, impatient people was gone in just a few moments. She was leaving and as she smiled at me I snapped at her: “Next time you better come the first time I call for you!”
By Teija Dee9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 9
Later that evening, Marianne came home from work. It was very late and she knew that she could get a shower in. From her room, she grabbed a slip, towel, and her toiletry bag.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
No Hate
So, I randomly clicked on a video on YouTube. It was a proposal video. A woman proposing to her longtime girlfriend. It was very sweet and very beautiful. Then I started to read the comments on the video and felt really disgusted by what these people said. I can't believe how close minded some people are. Those words hurt me a lot. I saw words like faggot, and dykes. One person even said, "We need more gas chambers."
By Danyelle Lewinson9 years ago in Humans
Alienated
You ever get the feeling that you are from another planet? Like you just don’t belong here? I do. I get that feeling all the time. I just don’t belong where I am at. I think in another language. I feel as if this air I breathe is too tight.
By Zy Ware9 years ago in Humans
Wait For The Guy Who Does This
Butterflies: Check. Mutual attraction: Check. It's easy to fall for him when you first discover the spark between the two of you, but before you get in over your head, ask yourself if he does these things.
By Brooklyn Hughes9 years ago in Humans
Always On Her Toes: Chapter 1
Dance, Karli, you’re depending on this show, I thought. I sighed, waiting for the music. I was dancing Lyrical today. The song was Dancing Queen by ABBA. It was seventies week this week, so I went with Lyrical. Lyrical was sometimes really easy and sometimes really hard. I’d contemplated not dancing, but if I was absent without an excuse, I’d be kicked out of my Dance School. If I didn’t dance, my PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) would kick back in. That surely wouldn’t be a good thing. Winding up in the loony bin is NEVER a good thing.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans
I Believe in the Unsaid
We have all found those moments where we find ourselves either sitting staring at the wall hoping for the other person to say anything, anything at all, during a conversation. I have found myself in this instance almost on a daily basis. However, I have also found myself more capable of drawing conclusions about the environment around me. I expected my grandmother died after days of hospice when I saw the hearse roll by my high school after school one autumn evening. I also predicted future relations amongst my friends based on the aura and body language. With this skill, my 6th sense, I have found myself in a place of never ending the silence. Even if I knew I was right, society expects everything now to be kept quiet. One step over the line such as knowing another classmate's third-hour class, or remembering someone's birthday that isn't related to you could cost anyone the label of "stalker."
By Katryna Weingart9 years ago in Humans
A Weird Kind of Love
The next time I saw Gil was at a dinner party his brother Otto was giving for his twenty-fourth birthday. My brother's friend Sara had taken me there and as soon as Gil spotted me he came to sit on the chair next to mine. This time he was wearing a tie, if you can believe it. He said:
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans