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!"

Saving Scrap
I ran through the trees and scrambled down the rocky hill to the edge of the river where Grain was waiting; the checkerboard spread open on the rock. I reached him out of breath and plunked down on the grass.
By Karen Sullivan 5 years ago in Humans
The Controlling Friend
Needy friends can turn into user friends. User friends can turn into one of the most evil type of friend, controlling. Once a controlling friend constantly needed a play by play once my son was born. Day and night she would ask me for photos, how was he doing, or how was I settling in. It seemed caring and innocent at first, but then the texts would come at all hours. 3am, 7am, 10pm…
By Pie Robinson5 years ago in Humans
Responsibility
The Wednesday before the world stopped, Emily asked me to drive to Keene with her after school. She had had her license for six months, and was using any excuse to take advantage of her newfound freedom. It wasn’t as though either of us needed anything, but between her new car and my new job, it felt like something normal teenagers would do. We were sitting on the track field bleachers at the end of English class. It was surprisingly warm for March.
By maisie 5 years ago in Humans
From Seattle With Love
From Seattle With Love. Was spelled out across a big pink banner on a postcard I received in the mail. This is fascinating. Why am I, a midwestern girl, born and raised in North Dakota, receiving this post card? I don’t recall knowing anyone in Seattle, heck I didn’t even know Seattle existed, until now. It does look beautiful, glaring at a picture of a city, with a tower that has a saucer and an antenna, and a big, glorious mountain tucked away in the background. Also, worth note, this city lies on a body of water. So, I continue.
By Andrew5 years ago in Humans
Cecily
Cecily was a young woman who lived within the lines. She colored within the lines, parked within the lines; she followed recipes to the letter and she never rolled through stop signs. She made her bed up every morning and she took her makeup off each night. At the age of twenty-eight, Cecily still stepped over every crack in the sidewalk. She was not a religious woman, but rather a methodically fearful one, and she preferred to avoid any problems that could be prevented by behaving as she had been taught to behave.
By Hillary S5 years ago in Humans
A World Beyond the Horizon
We rode in an early 1900’s model truck with an open bed lined with wooden slats. The excitement was almost too much for me to bear. We drove on a bumpy but beautifully wooded path. The man driving was quiet, but he was gentle with me and teased me a little, so I felt good about him. I was seven years old and before this, I had nowhere to go. Now I was going somewhere.
By Sandra Alexander 5 years ago in Humans
Glad I'm Not You
Glad I’m Not You A Most Bizarre Road to Nuptials We tried to tell her—multiple times—and she just wouldn’t listen. The three of us had been friends since middle school, but Kellie was always a little . . . different. Her mother would give the most outrageous advice, like if a stoplight took too long you can beep and go. She would always add emphatically, “It is perfectly legal!”
By Elle Schreier5 years ago in Humans
Winters Like Summer.
Throughout the last weeks, she changed unexpectedly and vastly. I never expected nor had seen such a change especially from her. All of a sudden her red cheeks changed to pale awful colored, the wide stretched charming smile was completely pulled downwards from corners to become a plain straight line. She's the last person who could be anticipated towards a change, it is indeed very true due to some vital situations, personalities do take a turn but apart from this fact, her character was always greatly cheerful and happy. Someone of that type to change is very hard. They must be subjected to a very powerful force for this kind turn. It was much like an arrow piercing a free dove flying in the sky.
By Cordellia Novis5 years ago in Humans
Relationship Growth
Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve always been a pretty flitty character. Never really committing to anything and always giving up when things got a bit tough. Any hobby you can think of: piano, flute, soccer, basketball, violin, and basically any other sport or instrument. Truthfully, it‘s a major flaw of mine I have trouble admitting I have. I get bored extremely easily. I remember watching the Rihanna’s SavageXFenty online show and resonating with her when she said she gets bored of things AS she’s doing them. Maybe it’s because of my Sagittarius moon or because I blame every character flaw I have on my astrology chart, but I had hoped one day as I got older I would be able to become more intimate and trusting with people I consider my friends. But that just hasn’t been the case. If anything, it has gotten more difficult. But hey, it only makes life more interesting. I heard once that when life gets hard, you’ve leveled up. Maybe this is just another obstacle that I’ll have to push past. That being said, I would like to delve into why it is so hard for introverted people such as myself to open up and let people in and truly start planting seeds that will take root and form meaningful, lasting relationships. One reason I feel it’s so hard for us to truly show who we are, and most introverts don’t want to reveal this, but we‘re actually really calculated people. We think before we say and do while also realizing what words or actions would best benefit us. Now don’t get us wrong, we always try and do what’s best for our loved ones, as well. But like the saying goes, you can’t help others before you’ve helped yourself.
By Mary Jane Radillo5 years ago in Humans
Under the Corner Streetlamp
Celia looked down at the text on her phone from her older sister as she was strolling to her café in downtown Portsmouth, New Hampshire. She carefully moved along over the cobblestone sidewalks keeping her face mask up while trying to answer her sister. She knew it was not safe to walk and text, but hell nothing was safe these days. The bag of groceries she was carrying was becoming heavy as the plastic was pulling on her wrist. Monica, her sister, was debating whether to get the vaccine as she was in the next round of eligibility. Celia’s brother in-law, Monica’s husband, was against the vaccine, but her sister, always undecided, wanted Celia’s opinion. “Up to you” was Celia’s ambivalent reply as she put the key into the door of her café which had been closed for two months. She was not trying to sound indifferent, but she was so done with this whole pandemic, and the life that was now this “new normal!” She sent Monica a smiley emoji and texted “Got to go!”
By C. H. Richard5 years ago in Humans
Lily
Lily didn’t feel much like a flower – more like a thorn. “Sure, lilies don’t have thorns,” she told herself, “but that’s me anyway.”
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Humans
Purpose?
The Artist In the morning, near my son’s daycare an old man uses a pair of barbecue tongs to pick up bright yellow Ginkgo Tree leaves from the sidewalk. He places each leaf into a small brown paper bag. I watch his face crease with concentration as he bends at the waist to gingerly pluck each chosen leaf from the white concrete. He seems to be very determined, but why he does it, I can’t tell.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Humans