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!"
shine
The iconic visuals of my city are the sky needle and misty grey skies. Emerald green pine forests stepping into the dark tumultuous sea. We have some famous exports: grunge, glass art, Jimi Hendrix, and Kurt Cobain. You probably think of a few different things when I say Seattle, like big computer companies or bad coffee with too much sugar. My late mom falls into the latter category, best known for two hit singles in the 80’s and late 90’s, both saccharine sweet and unoriginal much like the coffee.
By Tyler Pletzer5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Hi, I'm a 15-year-old boy named Bentley, and I'm on my way to meet up with the others at the skate park. Parker comes riding by on his skateboard. He’s my cousin, and my best friend. We’re more than halfway there when we see the bloody red sky coming up.
By sydney piper vageline5 years ago in Humans
"A Friend"
It is the 15th of April, 2001. Yet another excruciating Indian summer afternoon, even mercury is ready to escape its container. With the brazen summer winds blowing across the deserted streets, Dr. Rashid Khan, a new resident of Gaya(a small town in eastern India in the state of Bihar) is idling in his study trying to endure the soaring temperatures.
By Tanumaya tiwari5 years ago in Humans
Shane on the Range
Shane on the Range Shane jumped quickly as she woke up from her bad dream. It had to be a dream because Justin was just here at home three weeks ago. She heard her sisters whisper among themselves trying not to wake her. Then, she remembered, it was no dream, and Justin was never coming home again.
By REGINA HARPER5 years ago in Humans
THIS LIFE
On one of those summer evenings when you wish a Tuesday were Friday, Dave was sitting in the garden of his modest home nursing a glass of wine and reminiscing events of the day which has not gone favorably the way he expected. If wishes were horses, Dave would have wanted the day to play back again, perhaps, he would have done a thing or two differently and would not be as sad as he was now. Whatever he was thinking was very deep that he did not hear nor notice that his phone was ringing. It took the barking of his dog Lemon to jolt him out of his thoughts, startled but relieved.
By Oti Obilor5 years ago in Humans
JANE
To explain why I stand here in this fabulous resort, with so many of my friends and family celebrating my new life with me, I will have to bring you further back in time. It will help you understand my overwhelming yet delighted feelings of confusion and appreciation that have led me to this point. I am standing here still shocked at life's karma.
By Paulina Contois5 years ago in Humans
My last goodbye
It was the end of February, it had been a hard winter, and I could see the end of life lingering in his eyes. In the past year I have formed a relationship with an elderly man. A father son relationship would be a fitting description. His name is David, he is in his late 80s, and he lived in a small yellow house at the end of my street. I would describe his appearance as weathered, the valleys in his skin suggest his life has not been easy. He is the last survivor of his family and the toll of goodbye has marred him. He is a survivor though, still intact but in need of help. That's where I come in.
By Michael Anthony 5 years ago in Humans
