Novel & Cerita Being Human

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.

I said sobbing. "Why on earth would I do that!" He exclaimed. "Because there is fifty percent chance that the baby might be human." I said. He went silent after that. "I thought you might reject the baby, especially when you hated me for being human once." "Please, don't reject the baby. Please." I begged still not looking up at him. I felt him suddenly hug me. He was holding me tight as I cried on his chest. "How could you ever think I would do such thing. Its our baby. My baby." he said pulling away. "I don't care if he or she is human. The baby will still be my baby."

“His Holiness Valda. They both watched on as a frail elderly man stepped forward. He was smiling at both of them. “Please,come, sit.” He offered and the warmth he exuded was palpable. Marlon was still apprehensive about all of this. He recalled how to get out if anything went wrong. They seemed like kind holy men, but Marlon was all too familiar with wolves in sheeps clothing. “We are here about the Jewel of Humanity.” Marlon spoke loudly and gruff. Hoping that statement would prick and enliven their true nature. “I know nothing of it,” he said simply.

We're so much of a failure as a species that it makes me wonder, do we deserve such moral notion defined after us? Lust, Pride, Greed, Wrath, and many more. We're nothing but animals, after all. We are no less than the ants that tremble beneath our feet. In fact, humans are inferior contrasted to those miniature pieces of insect meat. A colony of Ants with over a trillion in population acts like one being. And each individual contributes their lives and souls for the survival of their society. On the short end of the stick, humans otherwise are shattered pieces of glass. Even within nations, there are internal struggles. We bleed, sweat, and tear to create blood, sweat, and tears. God should

She blew some air on it and took away the plaster, displaying a nonchalant attitude towards her injuries. She came outside and sat on a bench, the evening shadows casting a contemplative veil over her features. The unexpected clash in the gym had unveiled a side of her that transcended the confines of societal judgments. The interplay of pride, prejudice, and the subtle complexities of human interaction had woven a narrative that, for a brief moment, bridged the chasm between two vastly different worlds.

The reason why human beings were human beings was because of warmth, a conscience, empathy for the weak, and morality. These were also her original aspirations that had never changed.

"You may be physically stronger, and I don't have the mental powers that you carry. But I'm not weak. You cannot define a species on just the specific things you're basing them on. Humans are happy. Where does your happiness lie? It's not in a nice cup of coffee in the morning, a hug from a loved one, your child rolling around in laughter. It's about power, wealth, greed, even if that means sacrificing the ones around you. You always want more. More meaningless things. More fights, more of what other people have, more sex. It's never enough. Never happy with what you have. And at least I can laugh, cry, apologise, fear and love. Where's your emotions and vulnerability, because that's a facto

I looked behind me and then started to whisper, just in case. "Look, we have to tell him everything," I started. "Why?" she asked. "He should just go back to his normal life," she whispered back. "He has seen way too much to go back to a normal life," I pressed on. "You can't just tell humans all about our world and existence," she continued. If there's one thing you should know about Giselle, it's how hard a nut she is to crack. "But he's not human," I said, and she threw her hands dramatically in the air.

Michael tapped at his chin and started looking at the books. “You're really not going to find one book that describes humans,” he muttered quietly so only Alissa could hear. Alissa placed the heavy world war book back. “It would be boring reading, but humans have something called-” Alissa could see he was thinking hard. “Soco- something, I think it's the study of humans.” “They study themselves?” Michael nodded, “They’re complex creatures. Hold on.” Michael left Alissa and she saw him go up to the man behind a desk. “Sorry, I was just having a discussion with my sister, and we can't agree what the study of humanity is, do you know?”

The crunch of gravel beneath the car's tires and the bustle of people going one way or the other, looking at traffic lights and waiting for cars to go by before they make their crossing, The humans fascinate me in a way I don't understand. They're the weakest of all races I have come across but yet they possess a select few within their ranks with superior intellect. They are people of intelligence, of war, of art and beauty, and all things ugly. Humans are complicated, having no mates yet finding love all the same. A pang of pain rings through my heart and I let it go, there's little I can do to stop it and it's nice to remember the pain once in a while. It's good to remember what it feels