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!"

Do You Care Enough to Care?
When I was in the woods today I had a bit of a start She walked past without seeing me I didn’t blend in or camouflage she just didn’t seem aware of me
By Bob McInnis4 years ago in Humans
Forever My Funny Friend
October 31 ,1997 Kristen and I are best friends. Tonight, its Halloween and we stare in the mirror at one another. Giggling like the schoolgirls that we are, we dress as clowns. Twin clowns at that. We have on these frilly white hot pink dresses that have silk overlays. We are wearing white stockings and churchy black dress shoes that we glued hot pink bows on. We have put our hair in pigtails. We painted our faces white and used pink lipstick to make exaggerated smiles. Because of our age, we are allowed to go trick or treating without parent supervision as long as we both promised to be at our respective homes by midnight. We are neighbors too.
By D.A. Rowley4 years ago in Humans
Un Amico
He had just gotten my number. The message showed up as unknown and bore an invitation to meet up, hang out someplace, do something.
By Koby Sampson4 years ago in Humans
Work Hard, and Play Even Harder
It was April, Spring was sprouting, you could smell the crisp fresh air around you. I was in about the Eighth Grade at the time. A mature looking girl for my age, long, brown, silky hair, brown eyes with sharp, and slick black glasses rimmed around them. I attended a Private School back then, with my very best friend. We would strut around our school campus in our white polo shirts, along with our green, red, white, and navy color pleated skirts. Just to top it off. This was our outfit, every single day. Yes, we got tired of it. But hey what can you do? Our shoes had to be a certain color too. Then there was our hair, we even had rules for that yes, I know, wild right? Hair rules were to keep it pulled back and out of your face using a solid school uniform color only hair tie and or headband of some sort.
By Sydney Osgood4 years ago in Humans
An Homage to Mustache Man
Throughout our highschool years, my friend and I found great comfort in visiting our customary hangout spot about two miles up the road from her lavish community. Sometimes we would hop in my charming red Volkswagen bug to lessen the distance between us and our destination. But most of the time, we opted to walk the half an hour because we had so much to say, and so many sceneries to comment on. Our conversations were very diverse in nature; these strolls along the bustling roads and exquisitely orange sunsets must have set ablaze the parts of our brains responsible for imagination and abstract thought. Any care previously haunting our happiness faded with the fiery ball in the sky, allowing the coolness of the moon to seep in and work her therapeutic magic.
By Taylor Schwartz4 years ago in Humans
A walk down memory Lane
The best place to start any story is at the beginning, whether real or fictional. This story is the recounting of some of my memories with my best friend Dj.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)4 years ago in Humans
What becomes of a friend when they betray us?
Friendship When the world confronted me with daggers and drew their guns, you became my shield, no questions asked, you immediately jumped in front.
By Ali SP4 years ago in Humans
The Gum, the Chocolate, and the Pill
The war raged on over the years between the girls and the boys at our youth summer camps and I learned a lot from them as a young man. Water balloon fights escalated into shaving cream battles. The Saran wrapped toilet seats in the girl's dormitory lead to retaliation and the clandestine theft of all the boy's light bulbs on the holiday weekend retreat. There was no chance at peace talks after that round because my friend Stephen entered the action. He was a genius (our class valedictorian years later) and read voraciously, even at camp. The light bulb heist disrupted his schedule, and it angered him.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Humans
Camping trip
Get ready for an amazing true story of a camping trip I took with my best friend when we where younger. First a little background info. We have been for thirty years. When we were younger his family took a camping trip to Lake Lanier every year. I went them twice.
By Jeremy White4 years ago in Humans
Bread Guy, Terminator, and Late Night Bitching
This is a story about quick wit and sarcasm but also knowing without being told. This is about someone close to my heart who doesn't have to talk to me to know what's going on in my head. And anyway, enough of the mushy bit. We'll start with Bread Guy. Even now if I went to this person and asked "Are you busy?" I'd get the response, "Are you alone?". This all started when a guy walked up to me at the grocery store where I worked. He was a bread delivery guy and for the life of me, I don't remember his name even now so I can't even really give a fake name. Therefore, Bread Guy, which is how we always refer to him as anyway.
By Sarah4 years ago in Humans
Elevator Friends
“Elevator?” It was a running joke between me and my friend, Denise. It all started on a day in the early 1990s. After graduating high school (or, better yet, escaping a forced social experiment), college wasn’t yet on the horizon. I was finally free. And moreover, being outside of the high school arena, peers were more accepting of my quirky personality and unique look. Instead of being the weird redhead that boys would not dare discover, it was a time that other humans wanted to find out what lurked beneath my freckled skin.
By Jennifer Christiansen4 years ago in Humans
Poor Little Johnny
I like to think we all had a childhood best friend, whether it was the neighbor, or a kid from down the block. My best friends name was Johnny, he was a character, we went to school together so that was a plus for me. We were always full of laughs, and doing dumb stuff only kids with no parental guidance would think to do. Like being pushed into the pool, to getting chased by all the dogs while riding our bikes around the neighborhood! We're in our 20's now, and don't talk much, but let me tell you when we do, it's always an arm for an arm! Literally, ha ha. We were about 11 years old, it was a weekend and he decided to come over. We never really planned things, they sort of just happened. I mean we didn't have phone back then, so we couldn't shoot each other a text before showing up unannounced. Not that we had a problem with it though, it was always fun! My dad built us this huge playground, it had a swing set, rock climbing, and a big o'l slide! Man, did we make memories on that set! So, this day in particular we were on the playground, and my brother who was about 2 years older had gotten home, with his friends. They decided to get on the playground as well, for laughs of course. It was about 6 of us up there now, it was kinda like we were just seeing them enjoying themselves and hanging out, while they kinda bombarded our space! They were talking about going down the slide,and doing truth or dares, all kind of grown up kid stuff! We were kinda just sitting there in awe, like are they really about to do all that stuff? We're talking about daring each other to kiss on the cheeks, to fall down the slide, to prank call people. They were having fun, and we were enjoying cause they were really funny. All of a sudden, while we are all laughing the play set starts to shake, and before you know poor little Johnny, and I had a flash before our life! I was scared, crying, not really hurt, more afraid that I was going to get in trouble! I turn around and see Johnny holding on to his elbow, and I can tell he's hurt, and crying. "I think I broke my arm!" "Oh my god, I'm going to go tell my mom i'll be right back okay!" I went inside, and poor little Johnny was waiting outside, and sadly, I never returned. When I ran inside I was so scared, I thought i was going get spanked, as too my parents were a bit strict. I went out about 10 minutes later to make sure he was okay, and he was gone. I did not think anything about it, I figured he was fine if he went back home walking, like he usually did. That next Monday we saw each other in school, and he had a cast. "Oh my gosh, was that from the tree house?!" I asked a little surprised! "Well duh, you left me out there all alone with my arm all broken!" I'm sure we were on bad terms for a while, but after a while it sort of became an inside joke between us, and definitely became a story for us to tell when we got older. To this day, my parents still don't know what happened to the play ground that day, or to poor little Johnny! He's okay now, It was just an arm for an arm!
By Maria D4 years ago in Humans