humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Unhealthy Thing
I think I’ve always been inclined to desire unhealthy things. I don’t know why. I certainly didn’t have a difficult childhood, nor would I consider myself a victim of abuse or neglect. I think technically I come from a broken home, but that’s only because of a minorly messy divorce and my own need to feel like an outcast. Other than the occasional wrist grab and the one time my mother spanked me as an infant, I’ve never been in any situation that could be evaluated as threatening. I would describe my life as mild. Nothing special, nothing bad, just mild. Yet, I still feel the hopeless pull to interact, seek, and fall in love with the most unhealthy of situations.
By Wednesday Levern8 years ago in Humans
The Widow's Mind
She stood at the top of her house, the sea breeze rustling through her fine brown hair. Upon the sun’s brief returns, there was a tint of yellow and red, hitting her tight bun so, it created a halo above her head. Under her cloak, she wore the traditional widow’s black, a stern expression on her face. Daffodil Unistentasious watched the goings-on of the children beneath, her green-blue eyes pooling water.
By Faith Young8 years ago in Humans
Me, to Be or Not to Be?
I've been the same person my entire life. I know, it sounds ridiculous. Right now you're thinking, "Well, isn't everybody"? To answer your question, no. People around me have gone through more personality changes than they have clothes. (Okay, that might be a stretch but you get it.) I've never been that way, not until recently. My memories started at the age of 7, when I woke up in a tiny 1 bedroom apartment knowing exactly who I was. I remember that day and moment as if it just happened. What did I feel exactly? To put it simply, it was a sense of belonging. Now I'm 23 and I can't say I know who this person I embody really is. Everyone loves to typecast me though, because what better way to utilize their time than to try and analyze me? I've been referred to as the simple girl, the mature one, the strong personality alpha female, the conservative one, and my favorite, the weirdo. I never cared for these titles because I knew the truth. I wasn't ever just one of those things, I was all of them. But now, in what seems like such a broken world where my sense of belonging has withered away with the dreams and aspirations of those who struggle to get by, the girl who looks back at me from the mirror is unfamiliar. Studying my exterior and concealing my interior, the only reflections I see are those of a lost soul. I'm struggling but no one sees it, and I'm afraid no one cares for it.
By Persia Lee8 years ago in Humans
Why Bullying Isn't OK
Bullying happens more than we'd like to admit. It happens in our personal life, social life, work life, and it also happens in our school lives. However, not everyone will get bullied, or will get bullied to the extent that they will associate themselves with getting bullied.
By Tanisha Dagger8 years ago in Humans
Obsession
He stares at her, watching. His eyes follow each movement, absorbing her desires, breathing in her sweet innocence. He wants it; he needs it; he needs her. He was naïve before, much too lax. He had allowed the sweetest perfection to slip through his fingers. She was able to slide past the walls that he was building around them. She disappeared from the beautiful sanctuary that he was creating for the two of them. But, neither the fear nor the guilt that he had orchestrated was enough to make her stay. His flawless obsession had escaped.
By Nicole Leary8 years ago in Humans
Being Different
One of the various phenomenons present in society these days is that which pertains to conformity and abnormality. More elaborately, how we constantly desire to differentiate ourselves from the common idiot. It’s a desperate kind of attempt. It’s as if we were all in a hole that we call “People” and most of us are reaching up to the sky, scratching at the walls, using each other’s bodies to climb up in an attempt to escape conformity and the overly mediocre concept of “normal.” Those who are not attempting this torturous and potentially pointless ascent are incessantly hiding. Desiring to become one with the crowd of those we call “people” due to a bad experience with being different, they need to camouflage themselves and their abnormalities to remain in the comfortable societal accepted conformity. As you can see, I’ve been using the words “people” and “abnormalities” which need to be defined if I want to further my examination of this phenomenon. By “people,” I mean the people you do not know who you consider conformed and happy and ignorant. Normal. Those whom you desire to differentiate yourself from. By “abnormal,” I mean how you are different and how you make yourself distinguishable.
By Marie-Céleste McNiven8 years ago in Humans
The First Few Chapters
Before we begin, I’d like to say that names have been changed for the sake of their privacy. As a little girl, I was thriving. You would often see me running around the elementary school campus, squealing with delight, as my friends and I played tag, talked about the boys of our school, and the most recent High School Musical. Back then I let myself live. Didn’t we all? We were so unaware of what was coming. We were pure and certain of our futures.
By Alyssa Gammell8 years ago in Humans
