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!"
Waveborn: Chapter One
One Ocean Boulevard, which runs parallel to the ten miles of ocean-side property along the length of the city, was home to many resorts, restaurants, and the infamous SkyWheel, offering tourists and residents alike an enormous view of the sea from high in the air. But Ocean Boulevard wasn’t just home to these sites; it was also home to a three-bedroom beach house hidden in between the large skyscrapers on either side of it. There, at 305 South Ocean Boulevard, sat my new home, with its blue-green shutters sitting stark against the tan siding along the exterior. This was my home now, complete with half an acre of lush grass and a wooden gate that led straight to the powdery white sand overlooking the sea.
By Mikayla Whitaker5 years ago in Humans
Keeping the Company
I walk past his house every day to and from my bus stop. His house, the only one on my block with a short picket fence, stands out among all the rockeries that line the sidewalk. On most sunny days, he sits in his rocking chair perched high up on his open porch. With a blank stare towards the street, he watches cars, people and all else that passes by.
By Bethany Hill5 years ago in Humans
What are friends and how do people make them?
What is friendship? It’s a question that utterly baffles me. I feel like an alien for being so confused. I have friends, a few friends and I love they dearly. I just have no idea how, or why they are my friends. How did it happen, what made them my friends?
By Rebecca harmsworth5 years ago in Humans
The Last First date
Both widowed for some time now, Richard and Lauren had been getting to know each other really well since the beginning of the pandemic. Richard had been residing at 3102 Brightside assisted living community since 2014 when his wife of 46 years passed. Lauren hadn't been there that long, but it was becoming more comfortable, especially since finding a true friend in Richard.
By Candace Gomez5 years ago in Humans
Don't be Choco-late
Sweetness wafted through the air as Jenny stepped in to the room. There were so many tasty smells lingering, her stomach started to grumble. She didn’t want to be here, she wanted to be back home in her comfortable bedroom eating chocolate cake where she was in her safe zone.
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Humans
Linda
Dear Linda, Its been a long time since you left me and went on you journey to heaven.I was not there when you passed but I did get to see you while you were in the hospital.Your daughter Jen called me to let me know how ill you were,I had lost touch with you for a while ....I had no idea.
By Sara Walsh Paschal5 years ago in Humans
To My Long-term Roommate
To My Long-term Roommate, Boarding school is an unconventional way to make friends. But something about those first few weeks away from home in a big city school propels the forging of friendships with the speed of necessity. Unconventional as those friendships may have been, they were unwavering, a new family found overnight. When we first met, we came to realise that we had lived an hour away from each other our whole lives and never known. Both raised on farms in rural Western Australia, dust in our lungs and red dirt between our toes since we were babies. When the distance of an hour between us shrunk down to two metres of space between our beds, we clung to what we shared, our farms and families far away and a new life stretched out before us. Like most of the other girls, the places we’d grown up were too remote and unpopulated to accommodate a high school. Not as uncommon as you’d think in Australia. Countless towns were simply too small and many of us were too remote to travel to the closest school each day. So boarding school was normal in our lives, something we always knew would come eventually. But that didn’t make leaving home at twelve any less frightening. You were from a town as close to mine as you could get in remote Australia. You understood me, and standing at the threshold of a new life, nothing was more reassuring.
By Jeanie Mae5 years ago in Humans
