Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Humans.

Loss of a Friend – It Does Get Easier
Death is a cold, cruel reality that we as humans cannot avoid. Everyone is born, and everyone will die. Most people hope to pass easily in their sleep of old age, while others hope to go out in a ball of fire.
By Brittany Oakley8 years ago in Humans
Naïve
Sweet. Innocent. Young. Naïve. The perfect target. She hadn’t gotten the chance to experience real love, but she knew what it felt like to really, really like someone. So you took your chance. You were charming, deceitful, older, and misleading. You knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. You knew you could catch her attention and you did. She didn’t know you, but she wanted to. You were mysterious, you seemed like a bad boy and all girls are suppose to go for the bad ones, right? Make them fall in love. All girls want to be the one that the bad boy changes for. But let’s be realistic, you weren’t looking to be changed. You just wanted to have a little fun. And I hope you got what you wanted because God knows she didn’t see what was coming. You opened your arms and provided her with what seemed like genuine affection. And with a tongue like a snake’s you lured her in with your smooth and fallacious words. She wasn’t sure how she felt, but she knew it was different and you were right there to convince her that these feelings were her love for you and that they were good. You spent enough time and effort on her to gain her trust and build up her feelings and then you stopped, only putting in enough to keep her around for when you wanted her. Even though you paid minimal attention to her when she wanted to talk but gave her your 100% anytime she offered herself to you, she still told herself that you loved her. You built her up when she doubted you, when she started to see you for who you really were you convinced her that she was wrong and that she was overthinking, or worrying too much and that she should be thankful for you. And when she’d agree, you’d let her fall back down. You made her light up and right when she thought she meant something to you, you blew out her light. You left her crying alone in her room on nights she questioned your feelings towards her. You left her feeling empty when she saw you touch and flirt with other girls. Of course you said they were just friends. She thought maybe she was doing something wrong, maybe she needed to try harder, maybe she needed to look prettier, maybe she needed to dress sexier. She gave you her everything, her mind, body, and soul. And you couldn’t even give her proper love after you were done using her. You had her begging and pleading for attention or acknowledgement. Anything to make her feel like she mattered. In the time it took you to gain her love, it took even longer for her to realize that you didn’t actually want her. Those words, “I love you,” meant nothing coming from you. Her first love was her first heartbreak. You used her, abused her, damaged her. And while she’s here clinging to the last bits of her heart that she has left, you are just fine. You got all the fun you wanted. You made her believe that you were the love she had been waiting to experience. She figured out it was all just a lie when you began to just lose interest. But in actuality you were never interested. And this sweet, innocent, and naïve girl was still young. But she felt as if she had aged 1,000 years. The stress, worry, fear, sadness, it ate at her from the inside out. She may be young, but her youth has been stolen from her. And after you’ve thrown her away, she knows more. But she would exchange what she has learned in her time with you for the naïve and happy girl she used to be. If this was love; bitter, deceptive, one-sided, and heart-wrenching. She wanted no part of it.
By Jo Renee8 years ago in Humans
"Friends"
"We're not, no we're not friends" When I met him, I was in the unairconditioned, crowded office of my school, neatly organizing a plethora of papers. I remember he was dressed in a well buttoned up, navy polo shirt that was perfectly tucked inside of khaki uniform pants. I think the school's uniform never looked nicer than it did from that day on. When we engaged in conversation, we both bonded over our silly and immature sense of humor. His laugh varied from goofy chuckles to girly giggles, something rare to see in a guy. The most striking features about him, though, were his whiskey-colored eyes that lit up like Fourth of July fireworks whenever he smiled. I didn't know it then, but this boy would turn my life around, making it go from the Medieval Dark Ages to the beautiful Italian Renaissance.
By Noodles 🍝8 years ago in Humans
Helpful First Date Tips for Men
Guys, we need to talk about the way you behave on a date. It's a new era, and just having a nice shirt won't make the cut anymore. Though dating is never easy, there are some things you can do to make the dating world a little more affable to you.
By Jules Fortman8 years ago in Humans
Gender, Sex, and Sexuality
You’re at a family dinner and a distant relative says, “It doesn’t matter what they think they feel like. If he has a penis, he is a man. That’s how it works in reality.” Assuming you put on your sociology hat, how do you explain to them the role of society in gender, sex, and sexuality construction?
By C C8 years ago in Humans
Hello, Divorce
I can't even begin to put my devastation into words on the day that my husband told me that he had fallen in love with another woman. During the "divorce" talk my ears started ringing. I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn't really react. It was almost like he was talking to me from far away. My heart was in my stomach and tears started falling from my eyes. When I was finally able to collect some emotions and thoughts all I could do was yell at him until my voice started to break and my throat hurt. What about our children? What about our home? What about this life that we struggled and worked so hard to build together? What happens to all of that?
By HiVee8 years ago in Humans
Love When You Least Expect It
They say when you stop looking love seems to find its way towards you. This is a statement I have struggled with for as long as I've been interested in romance. From the early stages of adolescence I romanticized love to the extent where I felt I could love like no one else in the world. Unfortunately I never had the chance to experience anything so glorious until later on in life. I used to be extremely shy and still happen to be. I always felt strange in my own skin and whenever I was able to become romantically linked with someone they just never felt quite right. I felt as if I had to walk on eggshells to stop myself from cracking the relationship. From being abused to feeling strange, it all felt so wrong. After a while the relationships seemed to start proving to me that maybe I wasn't meant for love. Maybe I was meant to die alone. This in itself definitely served a purpose. In convincing myself that I was destined to die suffering and alone I pushed myself into music to an extreme.
By Giovanni Medrano8 years ago in Humans
I Wasn’t Ready
It all started a few months ago; I was at a coffee shop and witnessed a girl spill her drink. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. I could feel my boiling, viscous, blood ascending towards my rosy cheeks and forehead, only furthering their bright red color. To say I was nervous is an understatement—my chest felt like sheet iron and my throat tightened like a noose, barely allowing enough room to breathe, let alone speak. After spending more time than I would care to admit convincing myself to relax and act confident, I finally approached her: the girl who quickly invaded my thoughts and instantly had an unyielding vice on my heart. I desperately scoured my brain trying to conjure up something witty and cute to say in hopes of seeing her gorgeous lips trace themselves into a smile. Without even touching me, this girl I hadn’t even met yet put me in a strangle hold and refused to let go, even after I tried to tap out. Unfortunately, my nerves quickly got the best of me, and I walked past her without any attempt at a conversation. However, as I looked over my shoulder and realized nobody even acknowledged the incident, I rushed back to help her clean it up.
By [email protected]8 years ago in Humans
What's the Next Step...
I've never really been in healthy relationships because I was scared of being with someone and having them hurt me emotionally…
By Renee .8 years ago in Humans
Sometimes, Loyalty Means Walking Away
“If I ever decide to give up on you, understand how much that took out of me. I’m the type to give endless chances, always have your back even when you’re wrong, and truly accept you for who you are. When the rest of the world doesn’t want you, I will. So if I decide to give up on you, understand it took everything I had left inside of me to leave you alone, to let you go. Because if I love you and care for you, there isn’t anything on the planet I won’t do for you.”
By M F8 years ago in Humans
Psychotic
I sat in my car with everything I owned packed up in the back seat. Tears were running down my face and my sobs would not stop. I was at that low point where all I could think about was all the wrong I've done in my life; I started filling my head with these negative thoughts about myself, about my life, and about every person in my life who I swear thinks nothing good of me. I'm sure it was the equivalent of the devil whispering in my ear.
By Madison Loucks8 years ago in Humans
Gratitude
I was on social media the other day and came across a really interesting quote by Anne Frank. The quote reads, “Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones, because the regret is stronger than gratitude." This quote really got me thinking, my family and I lost both of our grandfathers a few years back and my parents always say that they would do anything just to have one more moment with their dads, they would do anything just to see them smile one last time. Many people likely have that same thought, but why? Why do so many people express that feeling? Thinking about how people often say or think that I began to wonder, Is their regret stronger than their gratitude? What can I do to make sure my regret won’t be stronger than my gratitude? What can we all do to make sure our regret won’t be stronger than our gratitude?
By Jordyn Goolsby8 years ago in Humans