Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Humans.
When I Was
When I was 15, I had been dating my boyfriend for over a year. I remember it was fall, just about to get cold enough for a jacket. It was my favorite time of the year, when the leaves are falling, and it's so saturated in warm tones. We went to a pumpkin patch, and a maze, and dinner with his family. One night he asked me if he could touch me beneath my underwear, and I said no because I was nervous. I didn't know how to act in that situation, and looking back, he probably didn't know either. He asked me a few more times, and finally I said okay. He was my boyfriend, after all, and we had been together for over a year, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
By anxious snack9 years ago in Humans
Dim Royal
We met when we were kids, 6 and 9 year-olds running around the courtyard outside the school. The intensity in his eyes reminded me of my grandfather before he died. He looked past the girls playing hopscotch and ignored the boys foot-racing. It was his first week at Laurent Lowell Academy, a posh estate-turned-school for the families that could afford such luxury, and he hadn’t said a word to anyone. In fact, I only knew his name was Huyat because of his announced arrival days before. He was an orphan, and we were to treat him like we treated every other kid. To the others that meant he was poor and invisible. He had been left alone sitting Indian-style in the far left of the courtyard, under the shade of dark green leaves.
By Ona Issuyate9 years ago in Humans
The Fear Of The Unknown Part 2
The rest of the night seemed to be quiet; Darrell woke up a few times as he heard me tossing and turning, along with a few murmuring of words that he only just made out. He scribbled them down before he could forget what they were, but one name was really bothering him. He only knew a little bit about him but it was his duty to protect me.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Humans
The Only Exception
You were the only exception that you would make me happy; made my world go around, I gave you my world but all you wanted to everything from me. Why did you lie to me? Your abusive words hurt, you couldn't be trusted. You never could never change; if you had changed you would have been here with me; the only exception was that I wanted you to do was to be with me, knowing that you were going to be here looking out for me.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Humans
Why I Write
Writing is my best form of expression. I found writing during my elementary school years. It started with me writing short stories and became journal writing. I found that physically writing out my experiences or my issues allowed me to release anything I was holding onto or felt I couldn't get rid of. Writing has become my saving grace. Have you found yours?
By Tish Franklin9 years ago in Humans
The Truth About Life After An Abusive Relationship
The difficulty with the term "abusive relationship" is that it means something different to everyone, depending on his or her own experiences, the stories of people close to them, and what they've seen in the media or on television. Their opinions may even differ on what constitutes "abuse." There is physical abuse. There is verbal and emotional abuse. Even then, each category has its own spectrum of severity. I'm not here to write a report on the definitions and different types of abuse.
By Brooklyn Hughes9 years ago in Humans
The Fear Of The Unknown Part 1
One night I was in bed alone, in a big massive mansion. Security stood outside my door, my bodyguard was sleeping on the couch that was by the fireplace. I always liked it when Caspian was over protective; especially when I was ill and couldn't go to a social event with him, he wanted to make sure that I was properly protected even if I was with him or not.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Humans
One Question That Will Help You Build a Relationship
One thing I think we can all agree on is that relationships are hard. Whether you are building a friendship from the ground up, trying to get to know a partner on a deeper level, or reconnecting with someone after an extended separation, it is difficult to overcome the awkwardness.
By Suzannah Fischer9 years ago in Humans
