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Most recently published stories in Humans.

The Shocking Truth of Cheating
A few days ago I was hanging out with two guys and because I've always had this relentless curiosity surrounding the way people act and why they do some of the things we deem in this day and age as normal or acceptable. Besides this I also like to think of myself as a woman that has insight for most female scenarios and even some male standpoints. So there we were sitting in the car and I started the first conversation while the other guy was sleeping. We were discussing his current relationship at the time and he had told me he and his girlfriend had been together for about 5 months and he was expressing the problems they had. For instance, I was told their current problem was because she was accepting money from other guys. Now having seen this type of behavior before, I wasn't shocked; plenty of women and men take advantage of people financially so I gave him a hypothetical.
By AceWifeyMa9 years ago in Humans
Sexism in the 21st Century.
The wonders of the modern age are numerous; we have been able to land on the moon, cure or treat a whole host of diseases and create pocket computers. Yet we still cling to the stupid belief that women are somehow inferior. They are not and men have only created this impression out of fear.
By John Ames Birch9 years ago in Humans
Flatty Flat Flat
I'm an Iron Writer and every week there's a new writing challenge, to create a 500 word story incorporating 4 elements given in whichever way to feel. This is a great way to learn and practise your writing. Go over to The Iron Writer to find out. And I love it when there are Specials. This one was directed at a certain member who was very "literary," shall we say, though to me fell flat. Hope you like this little "dig."
By Dani J9 years ago in Humans
The River's Truth
Edin stopped at the bar, patting the solid oak top in a slow beat to draw the attention of her new friend. And from the back he appeared, a slow smile lining his tan face.
By M Kier Murdock9 years ago in Humans
Why Didn't I Think of That Earlier?
There is little more frustrating than the inability to come up with a witty or off-the-cuff remark when insulted (either accidentally or on purpose). You freeze. Possibly stand still. If you’re anything like me the word "fuck" repeats over and over in your head in this really urgent loop. Sometimes I used walk away to only realise at a later point that I have little crescent moons embedded in my palms from having my fists so tightly balled. The funny thing is that maybe half an hour later it comes to you—the exact thing that would’ve been perfect to say. The exact thing that would’ve knocked that smug look right off their face, or if they’d inadvertently offended you, make them reconsider the fact that they obviously hadn’t thought of your feelings. You know you’re better than this, right? You’re better than them. This wasn’t you at your best and you go mad thinking about how you’d do things differently and you would be the one walking away high-fiving people and looking smugger (is that even a word?) than that sap Juliette Lewis.
By Caroline Egan9 years ago in Humans
(Not) Daddy's Girl
This will not be pretty. There will be mounds of pain, some my fault but mostly not. It doesn't end in happiness. In fact, I don't think it even really ends at all.
By Leslie Perry9 years ago in Humans
Abuse at a Young Age
At the age of thirteen years old I was in an abusive relationship. It started as a secret at twelve years old; he was an older man. He was a friend of the family and at the time I thought that he was such a sweet guy.
By Donna Schramm9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 10
When the rainy weather passed, days of sun and heat took their place as May turned into June. Finding a few hours to rest between rehearsals and the performance in the evening, Adèle was lounging and reading fashion magazines in a pillow laden hammock hanging among bowers of white rose bushes.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Fugitive Love
Waves crashed ashore a meteoric orange beach, sands glimmering as if they were made of flickering embers. The sun's dying rays reflected off the not far-off moonlight silver 1971 Dodge Challenger, casting dramatic colors over the two people perched on the car's hood. The keys jingled faintly in the ignition, the radio churned out music that was too low to be distinct.
By M Kier Murdock9 years ago in Humans
Do Not Fall for Jail House Talk
My off and on again boyfriend admitted to me on our first visit after he went to jail that he loved me and that he was sorry he had not told me how he really felt before then. He released his property to me and asked to make sure we had phone time and he could get commissary. I took care of his finances and made sure he had everything he needed. He left the rest of his money with me so I would be ok, the next 2 months I had done the same. I even went beyond as to visit every other day for 2 1/2 months and him asking me to marry him (I said yes) as soon as he got out. Well, he gets released, the first day he was glad to see me and we had a good day. The next day he wakes up sick, and grumpy with an intense headache.
By FELIX Foster9 years ago in Humans
What A Night
In researching the recess of my memory it was in the spring of '83 that I experienced what The Four Seasons sang about in their hit "Oh! What A Night" When in the opening lyrics of that hit instead of back in December of '63, Oh! What a night for me was that night back in '83. That night especially was a very special time for me. And, as the lyrics go as I remember what a night it was for me. I didn't even know her name when she waltzed up to the bar at the Gold Room. I knew then things were never going to be the same. What a lady and what a night it turned out to be.
By Dr. Williams9 years ago in Humans
Always On Her Toes: Chapter Two
Chapter Two: Gouge Out My Eyes Why Don’t You? I told DJ of the news and she gasped. Tears filled her eyes. So she left to be with him. Bryce, I mean. Who else? I mean, it’s his sister. Ok, that was stupid. Uh, why do I talk so choppy? That’s not the point. Anyways, I was almost jealous, that’s how upset she was. So I was alone in my studio. I looked around me, at the mirror me’s in the walls. I saw a girl in way over her head. I didn’t see me, the dancer. So I walked to the stereo, taking my jacket off along the way. I needed to decide, instrumental or lyrical? I chose lyrical, for a challenge. I chose "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. I stood with my legs crossed, bent to the side, arm over my head. On the first note, I rose. Spreading my arms wide, I twirled. When I rose from the twirl I leaped into the air in a spiral. I allowed myself to crumple into a ball. I let myself lay all the way flat on my back; I made my torso rise first. I pretended to walk out the door in a moonwalk fashion. I danced for hours. By the time I was finished it was late, like 1 am. I walked down the street to my apartment. I walked up the stairs, my body tired. So I barely made it into my living room. I collapsed into my easy chair. I felt sleep coming on, but I wanted to know if Sierra was ok. I practically crawled to my kitchen. I got a Monster Energy drink out of my fridge. These were usually for the days that I had late interviews or Bryce when he stayed with me. So there was no harm in taking one to run to the hospital. I popped the top on it and sat with my back against the fridge door. I gingerly sipped the substance. The liquid burned my throat as it travelled into my stomach. I felt it spread from my core, almost like when you’re cold and you drink hot cocoa. I felt it spread into my arms, my legs. Warmth. With the Monster it was energy. I got up ten minutes later when I finished it.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Humans