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!"
Chloe's Garden
“Excuse me.” A man’s voice croaks in my ear. I look up from my screen, slightly dazed. The man reaches past my ear to pull a copy of the Latest Bestselling Mystery from the bookshelf. “Libraries are for reading,” he adds, shuffling away, leaving only the faint smell of cigar smoke behind.
By Katherine B5 years ago in Humans
All That Glitters
What a time - the summer of 1963. Up until that point, I hadn’t been living, just existing. The local accounting firm Kamerski and Roberts had just taken me on as an intern, one step closer to my dream job. I live in the small town of Nowhere, Wisconsin. Yeah, you heard that right. The town is named Nowhere. The nail in the coffin of my absolutely ordinary existence. I was never ambitious, but I worked hard in school and planned to be financially stable. I was introverted but never wanted to miss out. I wanted thrills, but cautiously considered the risks.
By Annie Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Faye's Luck
When her thoughts gain too much speed, Faye walks Olive, her 120 pound Bull Mastiff, through the woods behind her house. The moon, shinny brightly, casts the kind of light that makes Faye feel equal parts calm and alert. With each step the tempest of anxiety begins to slow. Faye scans the landscape, catching a glimpse of her shadow.
By Marta Alise5 years ago in Humans
The Laundromat and the Duffle Bag
You could hear a pin drop in the usually cacophonous, bohemian-styled dorm room. In a confession circle, roommates Leila, Rachel, Corine, and Alicia sat frozen. Every so often they glanced toward the daunting duffle bag adjacent to them. Mirroring each other's body language, they remained rattled and motionless. It was almost as if the cast of That’s 70s Show had suddenly strayed from their blissful, frolicsome Fox abode and sheepishly, if not ignorantly, wandered straight into the unsympathetic, hospitable arms of an HBO drama.
By Aleah Floyd5 years ago in Humans
Noel and the Little Black Book
Isla Rose has been optimistic her whole life. And not because of good fortune. Terrible things had happened to her in her forty years of life, like challenging her, like tempting her to become a more ... common person... and yet there she was, aware of how lucky she was to appreciate the little things of life.
By Ilse Barrios 5 years ago in Humans
Last Saturday
A beam of light touched my hand as the sun shifted into mid-morning through the stained glass windows. Somehow surprised by its warmth, I studied my hand for a moment, being woken from the haze of the distant macrocosm I had escaped into. Only to be woken back to this reality. Again I was reminded of the man speaking. Of his too-sharp voice and of how inconsequential his words were to our grief. He droned on with an unworthy remembrance of a life few could compare to in dignity-and not in one of those “don’t speak ill of the dead” kind of ways. Sure, the truth of him was more complicated and despite his constant cheer he had darkness. Passed to him by others who had the misfortune of being touched by some of the worst of humanity. Though unlike the others, he never passed it on. Occasionally it would erupt into a need for action, distraction, dance, noise, laughter-anything other than the silence. But never into harm. He was an infrequent kind of soul. Never stained by the dark, yet still strong enough to carry others out of it and into light. That’s what he did for me. But not even that lasts forever.
By Lauren Lothaire5 years ago in Humans
A Leaf Out Of Benjamin's Book
BRUCE: “Gaaaaaaaargghhh” A piercing wail resounded in Poppyseed Nursing Home. It filled the sourly fragrant air, shrill enough to blast the lethargically-moved chess pieces off the table and snap the frequently-used knitting needles in half.
By Noni Phoenix5 years ago in Humans
Nothing Happens by Chance
Nothing is By Chance To think tonight was supposed to be special. James and I both finally had a long weekend to look forward to after months of passing by one another like ‘two ships in the night’ as they say. I woke up this morning with a feeling of childlike anticipation realizing I missed being with my husband. I couldn’t wait to pack up all of the things I had bought when he was out of town last weekend—the beautiful light pink negligee’ and matching robe. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his James’ face when I slipped into it.
By Cathy Edwards5 years ago in Humans
The Fish
The Giants just beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl…? ‘HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT! I just won $20,000!’, Maggie screamed in her head. She wanted to jump up and down and buy a round for the bar, but she reminded herself of The Fish’s golden rule. “Always win more graciously than you lose. It’s all about trust,” he always insisted. These were powerful men that made reckless decisions to feed their addictions. They needed Maggie; The Fish had seen to that. Now, she realized why.
By H.W. Reedy5 years ago in Humans
