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!"
The High Cost of Unicorns
Nikki lived in a barn, which wasn’t as bad as it sounded. Every morning she woke up in a small studio that comprised the barn’s second floor, and was surprised to find the room full of magic. On winter mornings, the light was soft and delicious, like butter. In the summer, it was a harsh gold that came crashing through the window and splintered into triangles on the floor. Sometimes it was so beautiful, she had to remind herself how to breathe. Today, the light moved slowly, meandering over the window sill and tiptoeing across the opposite wall.
By Leora Tanjuatco5 years ago in Humans
Stranger at the Bus Stop
It's freezing cold, that was the first thought in Serena's head, as she started walking to bus stop on a Monday morning to go work at the preschool. It's still 6.19 am, and there's 10 minutes left before her bus arrives. So she sat on the bench at the bus stop, pulled out her little black book and started reading the list of goals and dreams she has been wanting to manifest for this year. So far everything she has been written on it has come true. A year ago she was hoping to finish her child care diploma, and dreaming about working with children. Now she is doing it, she thought with a happy smile. These days Serena is onto manifesting her other dreams. Since she moved away from the small town she grew up in a year ago, she has been missing her family and friends like crazy. One of the new goals she wants to manifest has been a meaningful new friendship, where she can be her self completely.
By Sudesha Bandara5 years ago in Humans
Junk Hunters
The figures - there were three of them - breached the summit of rot and rubble, black-clad and vaguely human-shaped. Upon closer inspection, they might have been identified as young adults, two males and one female. As it happened, an authority drone on a routine circuit did just that after first scanning their identity bar codes and searching its database for infractions. The three were all clear. The males wore full-face visors and UV protective ponchos over street clothes. Street clothes were black, unisex bodysuits. The female of their crew was also in black, though she didn’t have to be. Those with the credits printed custom skin-tone-matched suits and, if you could afford them, body enhancements. She wore black in solidarity with her lower-caste friends in the form of a corseted, tailored, hooded hazmat suit with built-in backpack and detachable boots. It didn’t bother her at all that black cost less. She was egalitarian that way.
By cityashram5 years ago in Humans
Inipi
Lu DiGrazia She said I was the smartest person she knew. I pulled back slightly and raised my eyebrows. No one had ever said that to me. We had long intellectual conversations that lasted for over an hour on many occasions. We became companions by accident due to our mutual respect and attraction to each other that led to me being hired by her to help her out. I could anticipate her anxiety and was able to get her to breathe through it and say, “What do you have to worry about right now?” She never had an answer for that. She felt very vulnerable and as a result her emotions could be easily triggered.
By Louisa DiGrazia5 years ago in Humans
THOBY'S ROOM
The morning of January the fourth, 1986, haunts me to this day. For two, at the time, seemingly unrelated reasons. First was the sudden disappearance of my “lodger” Thoby. He was an old school friend who had managed to live rent free with me for the previous two years. Thoby was always on the brink of some life changing breakthrough that would drag him from obscurity into the life he deserved. Truth is, he made Walter Mitty look like a jaded pessimist. Luckily, like many ex-public schoolboys, he had lots of old pals with a spare room!
By Iain Cooper5 years ago in Humans
Weeks of Good Deeds
Carly passed McMansion after McMansion looking for the perfect chair. She just needed one. Or a coffee table. Or anything that could be rescued with a coat of paint. Then she could make enough money to feed the guinea pigs for a few more weeks. The contributions of wilted lettuce and droopy carrots from the grocery clerk, Ron, were enough to get by, but the guinea pigs vacuumed salads like fully-charged Roombas.
By Holly Howard5 years ago in Humans
The Source
Christopher Greene never enters a room with his left foot first. When the forecast calls for thunderstorms, he will not be dressed in red. If you clink a glass with him in celebration, you can be sure of two things. One, he is not drinking water. And two, he will, without a doubt, look you in the eyes as you toast.
By Brittany Jane5 years ago in Humans
