friendship

C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"

Great Memories.
My memories of younger summer-time revolve around toasted marshmallows, backyard pool parties, and midnights with my BFF Karen. Karen died several years ago and when I saw this challenge about my favorite summer food, she entered my mind.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Humans
My Best Summer Days
Wahoo, it’s summer! Well I’ll let you in on a little secret, it is not currently summer. It’s my winter and I’m freezing my butt off. So I’m going to tell you what I would do today — if it was actually summer in my part of the world.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Humans
The Summer of 2016
"It's too cold," I mutter with a genuine irritation. The light droplets of water on my right foot feel electrifying in comparison to the temperature on the rest of my body, regardless of how fast I tried to get the graze of my skin away from our apartment pool. I stand in my rather childish swimsuit, arms crossed, and brows furrowed, the immediate refusal to let myself be devoured by the water the very epitome of my being, or so I thought.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Humans
10 Fun Things to Do With Your BFF on Friendship Day (and Any Other Day!)
Your best friend is the one person in the world who fully understands what you like and dislike. Best friends are indeed a blessing, and nothing beats their presence. Friendship Day is on August 5th, which we are also honoring at BBlunt Frazer Town, but we all know that any day is a good day to spend with your best friends (especially when shenanigans are involved). Even the dumbest jokes become the best memories with them.
By Rahau Mihai4 years ago in Humans
Friends, Friendships, & Loss:
It was a horrid shouting match with my closest friend. As she vented her anger, I saw fear, a terrified little girl, charged with the same panic the little boy inside me was experiencing—that we had both lost our dearest friend.
By Vytas Stoskus4 years ago in Humans
How Does My Best Friend Not Hate me?
My name is Danielle. I am 20 years old but this story goes all the way back to when I was in my Sophomore in high school. Well I guess that was only 4 years ago but after living through the year 2020, it feels like forever ago.
By danielle4 years ago in Humans
How Not Giving a Damn What People Think Will Have You Feeling Amazing
There is no greater time in one’s life when that person refuses to give a damn about what others think of them. Sadly, this often takes longer for many people than for others. Some never achieve this wonderful milestone.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer4 years ago in Humans
The Meet-Cute
Interior of the restaurant/bar, The Whale's Tail. There is dance music playing over the sound system. Music and voices mingled with the sounds of clinking glasses; blenders; and found drinks being poured, etc.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Humans
The Cribbage Tournament
Non-Fiction - 2,200 words The year was 1991 and we didn't know anything. But we knew we needed to try, so, we found things worth our effort. We were an audacious 12, or as audacious as 12-year-olds can be in rural Wisconsin. Something about audacity requires an audience to be fully realized. There was no one around to realize us, or who had time to dote on us, so we doted on ourselves. We taught ourselves all the games and then got good at our favorites. Jeff and I found cribbage to be of certain stimuli; the combination of math, strategy, and trash talk was too much to ignore. Could it be the perfect game? Well-paced for chatting, or with drinking-as I would later learn. But when I was 12, I was all about winning, and the pride that comes with besting your friends.
By Jordan J Hall4 years ago in Humans
Fizzled Sparks
There were once sincere words and shared feelings between us, though it seems impossible to remember now. What once could have been is now out of the question. We can try to place the blame, looking over it all with a fine tooth comb in some twisted hope to figure out who did what and how we should feel. Though it seems futile when we both have long ago lost any possible seeds of friendship that could have grown. We are left with a field of weeds and dried up soil that could never be mended. A crop of dust and dead plants is all that remains.
By Gina Ruiz4 years ago in Humans
The Forgotten Friend
I’m used to being left behind. It’s kind of common for me. I don’t know if people are just afraid to talk about my limitations or walk around eggshells when it comes to accessibility. I wish I knew why. I wish someone would tell me why I’m often left out and not included.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Humans
I'm too busy
Hands in the air if you have been guilty of saying to someone that you are too busy or that you've been too busy... I imagine that most people reading this have used that excuse on more than one occasion. I've used it multiple times across my lifetime but not for many years now and this is why...it's f***ing irritating. Everyone is busy and those that use this reason not to meet are to be avoided at best, shunned at most.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Humans