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!"
Unfinished Lilies of Hope
West Bengal, India, 1971 Adib caught a glimpse of her again. She was a few feet ahead of him in the ration queue. He had first seen her three days ago near the main refugee camp area, while she was talking to another girl of around her age. What had struck him was the serene aura she seemed to radiate, even with all the misery around them.
By Arifa Ahsan5 years ago in Humans
The Secret of Life
Have you ever given any real thought to how your adult life would start? I have repeatedly dreamed about this day hundreds of times and I assure you that it was not like this! Let me tell you a bit about me and how my dream veered into a crazy experience that taught me more in twelve hours than in all of my twenty-two years on this earth to date.
By Tami Reid Wilson5 years ago in Humans
The Way
There was a time, that caused a sudden shift that forever divided my life into before, and after. Everything changed the day I stopped letting my expectations determine my reality, the day I sacrificed myself, and the day that I found the way. I met a man named Mark, and our paths did not cross in vain.
By Dane Vanderblue5 years ago in Humans
Canned Greens
Cecelia opened her can of raviolis with a satisfying pop and peel. A quick slosh into the bowl left sauce on the counter as well as her sleeve but she paid no attention to that and returned to the box of books that she couldn’t wait to get open as soon as the door to the microwave was shut. She opened the musty box from the local thrift shop and started stacking each book off to the side. She’d signed up for their new Box of Books a month program and so far was the only monthly subscription she had ever even wanted to keep up. It was gold; there was nothing as satisfying as finding a decent story after so many terrible ones.
By M.L. Hoffmann5 years ago in Humans
Dear Grandma
There I stood, not knowing whether to ring the doorbell or not. “I have absolutely lost it,” I thought to myself. I stood there with nothing but my bouquet of flowers — which I haphazardly bought overthinking what to bring to a stranger I know nothing about — and the very thing that brought me to stand on this stranger’s doorstep, the little black book. I ran my finger over the embossed lettering on the leather binding. The letters lined out a D and S.
By Tamara Beric5 years ago in Humans
The Old Car and the Black Notebook
The Old Car and the Black Notebook By Bailey Sadowsky The girls were riding high. They were still buzzing with excitement and confidence. Wren, Marcie, and Jezz screamed the rap line of the hottest song on the Top 40.They had the windows down and they cruised the dusty back sections lines enjoying the last warm hints in the fall air celebrating their victory. Because today, they were victorious. Last night the girls had just made State Volleyball for the third year in a row. The first time the girls made the journey to the golden court they were just sophomores,terrified of competing against the saged seniors of the statewide competitors. The last team from their rural hometown last made state volleyball 24 years ago. They held great pride and ensuing pressure from the whole community just as sophomores.
By Bailey Sadowsky5 years ago in Humans
The NC machine
In the backyard beyond the gate there’s an empty Bayou and dry grass with sleet sticking to it like clear wet glue. In the background, the sound of the train and the crunching of the grass as the children take step after step. Into the grass steps Jeremy, a tall, lanky and handsome 12 year old boy, DeDe a tall slim pretty 9 year old girl and Jody, a fair height, handsome 13 year old boy. The kids are headed to school, they have on mesh back packs and large bubble coats to keep warm. Everyday the kids take the same route to school, they leave out of their back gate, which is located on the bayou. They have 2 friends tall husky geeky 10 year old kid named Zayver and small slim 12 year old kid named Nikki, that join them everyday as they walk to school together.
By Ulavia Dilworth5 years ago in Humans
Saving Slon
As soon as I arrived at my father’s hometown, he immediately imposed an iron discipline on his twelve-year-old son. He curtailed my playtime to a bare minimum, replaced my freetime with house chores, and introduced an unwritten but rigid homework schedule. Suddenly, it was not my mother’s home anymore, I became a trained animal, performing under the stern and watchful eye of my father. On some occasions, when I had lost my concentration and happened to float over the savannas of my imagination, he would slap me on the back of my head and, in no certain terms, remind me to put my heart and my brain in what I was doing. Consequently, in no time, I became an obedient, applause-worthy, A-student.
By Dariusz Janczewski5 years ago in Humans
