humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Paradox
Prologue They say the world is seen differently between two pairs of eyes. However between a discarded girl and a posh prince, it's quite the opposite. When the boy's eyes are opened and the girl's closed, their eyes are one. Through plaguing thoughts of complete strangers the two live a double life in another's shoes. Minx harbors a deadly secret as she is dangerously drawn into Silas' world. Little do they know that the puppet master behind the screen has already raised the curtain.
By Shay Hanae6 years ago in Humans
Transformation is an Ugly Process
“Because I am married and been married since we have known each other!” and just like that, the room fell silent but I smirked and leaned in and said “and it all makes sense now”. I have questions and not the typical scenario questions, I don’t want to know who she is, what she does, or anything else that has to do with her. I don’t want to know why he didn’t tell me when we met, when we became friends, before we had sex, the next time we had sex, our first argument, our last argument, when family members passed, numerous text messages? Why was it not the topic of discussion during the up-tempt times we said we would go our separate ways? None of it made sense or makes sense and it is simply not ever going to either. I have no reason to feel sad or bad about the situation. I can walk with my head held high because I did not break up a happy home or enter into this situation knowing the truth. I am not the deceiver however I do not feel better nor good about any of it.
By Nikki A. Higgins6 years ago in Humans
Knowing When To Let It Go
Easier sang than done, learning to “let it go” is something that many people never completely figure out. The burden of holding on is almost as painful as the emotions that undoubtedly come with the release; and even if you end up liberated, the freedom is bittersweet. The truth is this: the more you invest of yourself into something that doesn’t serve you, whether that is a friendship, a partnership, relationship, or occupation, the more you weigh yourself down. You worry about the impact letting go will have on your life and theirs, along with the influence the decision will have on everyone and everything around you.
By Valerie Taylor6 years ago in Humans
I'm nowhere to be a part of
For as long as I can remember, I never found myself belonging to a specific group or community. I might be young, however, my life from my youngest age to before I made the choice to live in the UK is completely different to how I feel now. Belonging can be perceived as a philosophical subject that many people aren’t consciously aware of – though, it is more impactful than what most people may think.
By Sam Tabahriti6 years ago in Humans
Avenues: Ch. 4
The holiday season only served to intensify how much I missed my mother now. Her laughter as we assembled our store-bought Christmas tree, echoed inside my mind the second my cousin decided to open the door to her apartment, and I spotted her own decorated tree. It’d been two weeks since I dropped off Willie’s laptop and since I hadn’t heard any updates from my unusually quiet cousin, I decided dropping by unannounced was my best option at getting the answers I needed.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Humans
Can We Beat the January Blues?
It's that time of year again where the nights are still dark and you arrive home from work to the expected warmth of your home only to realise that you didn't set the heating correctly. It's freezing, it's bleak and it seems to be a month full of downs and low points with things going wrong for no reason at all.
By Amy Wildsmith6 years ago in Humans
Life of a African boy
Southern Africa was not a place of playgrounds or fairs. It was a place of hard workers, and poor families. It was a place where men rarely learned to be real men, and instead would often abandon their families for the sake of their own freedom. This was the world that Dominick was born into. Until the age of seven, he was a child. A child who had chores, and rules, but a child still. When he was seven, his own father, like many in his community, abandoned the family. Dominick's mother had a small daughter to care for, only a few years younger than Dominick. Though he was still so young, he became the man of the house. He did his best to work and earn an income for his family. He would take any job he could, from sweeping out stores, to stacking boxes, to clearing out trash. Whatever someone would pay him for, he would do. There were other children his age and a bit older who were in a similar position, and they too would work. However for them all there was another temptation staring them in the face. Hard work only earned them so much in an impoverished area. But criminal acts, paid a whole lot better. One by one Dominick watched his young friends succumb to the draw of the criminal life. He would see how easy it was for them to become successful, by any means necessary, and how much easier their lives became with the new wealth they obtained. However, Dominick always instinctively knew that kind of wealth was short lived. He knew that in the end they would be forced to pay for all their crimes, one way or another. He did not give in to the temptation to earn an income in such a way. He just picked up the jobs they left behind. He created a reputation for himself amongst the shop keepers and neighbors, so much so that they would wait specifically for him to offer him a job. They knew that Dominick would do it correctly, and quickly. Dominick managed to earn enough to keep food on the table for his mother and sister.
By Terence Lisher6 years ago in Humans
Who am I?
When I looked in the mirror, I was trying to figure out who was looking back at me. I knew it was me, but I wanted to dig deeper into my soul. Who I truly was. After all the pain and hurt I've been through in my past. The question I always asked myself, Who am I?
By Sara Bevins6 years ago in Humans
Welcome to My World...
Many of us have pet hates. Perhaps even calling something a 'pet hate' is a particular peeve of someone. There are those 'parent' phrases, you know the ones, things our own parents used to say and we tell ourselves we will never say to our child but inevitably do: because I say so; if you don't stop crying, I'll give you something to cry about; because I am your mother. I am sure there are countless others.
By Sapphire Ravenclaw6 years ago in Humans
