humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Semicolon savior IV
He looked up with a smile and walked towards the counter. “Coffee?” was all he said while pulling some change from his long shirt pocket. As I handed over the small coffee, our hands touched for a millisecond of a moment. An immediate connection of two souls floating on Earth. I was pulled to get to know this Guru and his gentle nature. He sat at a table enjoying the scenery for about 10-15 minutes, not speaking to anyone, but smiling genuinely outward. He visited the cafe a few more times and always waved when passing by our corner on his daily walks. Driving home one weekday afternoon, I even saw him walking 3 miles away. It seemed as if his outings were circular in fashion, covering most of the downtown and then always ending back at his home. I passed by his residence (the temple) through the alley when I was the opener. On those dark early mornings I never saw him nor a light on, but felt comforted that another soul was downtown so early.
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Journal
Should not have gone nuts Bobby
This scene is from the King of The Hill episode "Bobby Goes Nuts" Episode 1 Season 6. If your wondering why Hank Hill looks pissed at his son Bobby it's because Bobby kicked him in the nuts while trying to give Bobby some Boxing lessons and poor Hank can barely move no thanks to Bobby's dirty fighting.
By Johann Hollar5 years ago in Journal
Elizabeth’s Interview
It had been years since she was in her present situation. She was a Queen, anything she wanted she got. She was loved by many and hated by few. Don’t think she arrived there easily, it wasn’t handed to her. She earned every bit of it. Her sacrifice was huge and silent. Then one day she lost her place.
By Eva Yruegas5 years ago in Journal
The Wrong Accident
On his first official day at the Minor Catastrophes Office, having completed training and feeling perhaps unreasonably confident in his abilities, Harold Murkley had exactly one assignment. Rather than taking this as a hint at his own prospects, or feeling that this one task must be immensely important as to necessitate an entire day to achieve, Harold thought nothing of it. There was a mail slot with his initials on it, and inside was a single folder that he took with him to his desk, full of eagerness to see what trifling mishap he would be responsible for.
By Kathleen Sherry5 years ago in Journal
LGBTQ+ characters on our screens changed my life!
Representation of the LGBTQ+ community, not only on our screens but also in music, in theatre, in literature, in the media, feels more present than ever before. But it’s still not enough. ‘Netflix is going through a gay phase,’ is a comment I heard recently. As though it's something temporary and will pass. Here is why we are only just scratching the surface on LGBTQ+ representation.
By John Thacker5 years ago in Journal
Last on the List
“What the hell?” Nora squinted, gripping both sides of the open, olive colored JanSport. Her brow furrowed in disbelief. She was staring at something that her brain – the same brain that had gotten her into Princeton’s school of journalism – simply couldn’t comprehend.
By Sage Rouge5 years ago in Journal
Writing Your Way Out
She picked up the journal on the clearance aisle at Walmart. It was black, had dotted grids instead of lines and it was cheap. Turns out it was the best thing she’d purchase that year. It was November and things weren’t going well. I mean, she had a job and a house, and a husband and a dog…but she was miserable every day. Nothing felt right. She was on meds for anxiety and some for depression and one for ADHD. Her day began by hitting the snooze button repeatedly, it ended by sighing loudly and often using food to self soothe. She realized that she had stayed in a relationship for a long time because she had been satisfied with being chosen. Someone liked her, so why throw that away? Increasingly, they had grown apart. Everything felt forced, they argued so much. She began to wonder if this was all there was? Is this life? She had never left the county she had grown up in, and her world felt incredibly small.
By Jenn O'neil5 years ago in Journal
The tipping of the Libra scales
I don’t follow the stars which is surprising as I’m a witch, but my scientific mind just can’t accept that stars thousands of light years apart that look vaguely like a shape from Earth can impact our personalities. That little contradiction in me does, unfortunately, sound like a typical Libra trait.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite5 years ago in Journal
Hand-Drawn Dreams
A metallic clang softly rang out as she held the keys against the door handle, hearing the click of the FOB she pressed her shoulder against the door and used the weight of her body to push it open. Stepping into the apartment her gaze went first to the windows, which reflected the outline of her husband, awash in the warm glow of the kitchen lights. After taking off her shoes and face mask she proceeded to the kitchen sink and counted to twenty while vigorously lathering soap between her fingers. Her husband leaned over and kissed her cheek as he scrubbed away dinner remnants from the wok.
By A. Crossan5 years ago in Journal
