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!"

3 Signs You Are A Toxic Friend And How To Manage Your Behaviour
Ah, toxic friends. From Clueless to Mean Girls to Gossip Girl (is it Pretty Little Liars now?), do these only appear in the teenage years?
By Katharine Chan4 years ago in Humans
It's So Hard To Make New Friends as an Adult
“I need new friends.” I told Clara one day over lunch. “Is there something wrong with me?” She asked. “Of course not, silly! I just need more people to hang out, people like me who don’t work the 9–5 anymore and have interests similar to mine.”
By Alice4 years ago in Humans
AN ASTRAL PROJECTION ADVENTURE
1968 Lorain, Ohio. A fifteen-year-old boy is ready for a good night's sleep after a long day of school and friends. He quickly falls asleep in his warm bed. In his sleep, he feels his legs being lifted towards the ceiling. Panic sets in; he grips the mattress hard to keep from floating away. He struggles to hold on. Suddenly from his strong resistance to not let go, it stops. He feels his body slam into the mattress. It knocked the wind out of him, and he gasped for breath.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Humans
My Relatively New Healthy Relationships Are My Priceless Treasure
I feel that I wouldn’t give enough credit to the power of healthy relationships whether on an individualistic or an expanded universal level, no matter how hard I tried to.
By Myriam Ben Salem4 years ago in Humans
The Bucket List Day
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” - Oscar Wilde What is the weirdest, strangest thing you’ve ever wanted to do?
By Bri Craig4 years ago in Humans
Dear Society
Dear Society, Can I be pretty too? I used to ask this question all the time. It’s the only phrase that would ring in my mind, that I couldn’t think of anything else. After a heartbreak, and later on a betrayal, the mirror told me it was an enemy I’d continuously lose to and not an angel that I could root for and be proud of. It clicked into my mind before I realized it did, that mindset, and irritatingly it was a lot harder to get rid of than it was to get there in the first place. I cannot describe how much I hated that that’s how it had to be.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Humans
Shorty
Shadows darkened the hillside in ocher. A few jays cried. Cackled and spun in the forest gloom against the pastel sky. The stream foamed and trickled. Freight train sounds and trucks laboring up inclines was the stream as light left behind the mountains.
By Hank Whitsett4 years ago in Humans
Build a Better Mousetrap
I fully believe that our true selves are made up of multiple pieces. As the years trample over me I lose a piece here and there, sometimes more then one. They get stuck to the heels of the shoes that have scarred the hurt into my soul time and time again. The biggest problem with this situation is that, like most people, I am the one who wears the glistening pair of red stilettos that have caused the slow leak of my uniqueness out of my iridescent life force. I have allowed a single person to remove most of those pieces. I stand there and look down at the pieces laying on the floor, but have no will to pick them up. I am a shell of my former self and I miss her terribly. I am not sure how many pieces are left, but I do have a single memory that reminds me of who I used to be on the inside.
By C.T. COLE4 years ago in Humans
When You Are Blindly in Love, Friends Can Show You the Way
What do you do when you approach a traffic signal as the light changes to yellow? You have two choices. Hit the brakes or slam the accelerator to the floor to cross the signal just before the light turns red.
By Eshal Rose4 years ago in Humans
nobody league
There’s something to be said for rainy days, when the sky is gray and the pavement stinks of petrichor. When the sidelines of the baseball game are roaring with anticipation over the winning ball that lands in left field, the catcher misses, he flies over and falls to the ground, dirt on his britches. He’s too big for them, the britches, he knows this and still refuses to believe he is a enough, he is a character in someone else’s story but not even his own. He doesn’t know his name or where he was born, just that he is here and the sweat is dripping in his eyes and his breath is coming raspy and hot and damp in his lungs; what if he gets pneumonia from playing outside when it’s raining? It’s so fucking cold, he can’t feel his feet.
By Anastasia Barbato4 years ago in Humans
Giving Thanks in 2021
Greetings Readers! Depending on where you’re reading my story, here in America Thursday (November 25, 2021) is Thanksgiving. While the truth behind the holiday has become a controversy, most Americans like to use it as a day to just give thanks. I would like to believe giving thanks has become the modern tradition rather than the history behind the holiday (which I am not going to go into). How one celebrates this day also varies, but for me, it has rarely been a holiday I enjoyed throughout my adult life.
By Iris Harris4 years ago in Humans
What Not to Say When Someone Tells You They Feel Lonely
--- Lonely. We've all felt it at some point in our lives. Whether it comes knocking on our door in the form of a divorce, an argument with our best friend, a death - or even just sitting alone in the lunchroom, loneliness is an isolating feeling.
By Lena_Ann4 years ago in Humans