breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

When You Feel Trapped: The Truth I Wish Someone Had Told Me
There are some situations that don’t look dramatic from the outside. They look steady. They look normal. They look like stability. But inside, they feel like a cage.
By Karen Sanderson2 months ago in Humans
The Gardener of Starlight. AI-Generated.
The astronomers called it the "Great Dimming." Across the galaxy, stars were winking out, not in the violent fury of a supernova, but with a quiet, pathetic sigh. Their light was simply… fading. Theories abounded: dark matter, a cyclical universe, a flaw in the laws of physics itself. Panic was a quiet hum in the background of every news feed.
By HAADI2 months ago in Humans
The Mender of Broken Things. AI-Generated.
In a small, dusty shop tucked away on a quiet street, there lived an old man named Felix. The sign above his door read simply, "Mender of Things," and it was a title he took with profound seriousness. People brought him their broken treasures: clocks that had forgotten how to tick, music boxes that had lost their song, toys that had been loved into disrepair.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Cartographer of Forgotten Paths. AI-Generated.
In a quiet studio above a bakery, where the air always smelled of cinnamon and old paper, lived an old man named Elian. He was the Cartographer of Forgotten Paths, and his life's work was mapping the unmappable: the choices unmade, the roads not taken.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Undertaker of Forgotten Stories. AI-Generated.
In a small, dusty office at the end of a quiet street, there was a man named Silas who performed a unique and somber service. He was an undertaker, but not for the dead. He was the Undertaker of Forgotten Stories.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Keeper of Lost Time. AI-Generated.
In a quiet, cobblestoned alley that seemed to exist between the ticks of a clock, there was a shop called "The Chronos Retreat." Its keeper, an old man named Alistair, was a collector of a most peculiar sort. He was the Keeper of Lost Time.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Starlight Weaver. AI-Generated.
In a remote village nestled high in the mountains, where the air was thin and the sky was a vast, black canvas, lived a woman named Lyra. She was the last of the Starlight Weavers, a lineage of artisans who practiced an art as old as the first human to look up in wonder.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
The Dreamtailor. AI-Generated.
In the quietest hour of the night, when the moon was high and the world was asleep, an old man named Elias went to work. He was a Dreamtailor, the last of his kind, and his workshop was a place that existed just on the other side of consciousness.
By HAADI3 months ago in Humans
Affair Goes Public
My buddy was dating his girlfriend for over two years. They seemed genuinely in love—the kind of couple everyone wants to hang out with. Things were serious; they had met each other’s parents and were actively planning their wedding date. They were literally discussing when to get their marriage license.
By Water&Well&Page3 months ago in Humans
When Silence Comes Back to Life
Previously,‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‍‍‌ we assumed heartbreak was a straightforward kind of thing—two broken people sitting opposite each other in a cafe, shivering voices, hands holding cold cups, the goodbye an inarticulate labor of words such as "I'm sorry", "I hope you find someone better." That is the way our parents recount their stories.
By Shashank Khandelwal3 months ago in Humans
Relationship Manipulation
It started subtle. A question here. A look there. A softness in her voice that felt like home… Until it didn’t. At first, I thought it was love.
By Randolphe Tanoguem3 months ago in Humans
Digital Integrity
The Storm Of The Modern World The digital world is both a miracle and a battlefield. It connects people across continents, gives voice to the voiceless, and allows truth to travel farther than any single messenger could reach in a lifetime. Yet it also magnifies pride, anger, and cruelty. What once required courage to say face to face now pours out through keyboards without restraint.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans