Latest Stories
Most recently published stories 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
Why Women Aren't Attracted to Nice Guys
As a relationship writer, I get a lot of questions about love from just about everyone. I get questions from married men, single women, people in almost-relationships, and more. I've heard scandals, stories, and more confessions than I know what to do with. Such is the life of a love writer, I suppose.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart9 years ago in Humans
Marco
Then, to my surprise, I met Marco. I was going for lunch every day at the canteen from the University of Amsterdam, and so was he. He had been smiling at me and me at him. We just couldn’t ignore each other anymore. We were aware of each other’s existence. How can you ignore a friendly stranger?
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans











