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!"
Retirement Day
On his last day of work before retirement, Tony was in no rush to go home to his wife, Mara. After decades of meeting people on the roads, he wasn’t ready to be cooped up at home. He pulled up in front of the old Toyota that would be his last call.
By Sukanya Anpalagan5 years ago in Humans
The Night Shift
It always felt like three in the afternoon inside Jim’s Diner, even at three in the morning. The low wattage of the overhead lights bathed the napkin holders and cutlery in a soft, golden glow. Maggie loved the night shift for this very reason. She found the warmth comforting, like a gentle hug from the diner itself.
By Barrie Greeley5 years ago in Humans
The man under the overpass
I was walking to work along my usual route through the park when I noticed something different. The old man who was usually sitting on the bench by now, giving me a nod as I passed by, was still laying down under the overpass. I had never talked to him, just nodded back every morning. It was our routine for as long as I have walked to my pathetic dead end job, so I guess about 3 years. I couldn't recall one other occasion where this man was absent for our morning acknowledgement in all that time.
By Mollie Harrison5 years ago in Humans
Tennis War
I exited the airlock and stepped into the Bubble. The Bubble is a massive white dome with four inside Tennis courts. Most of my class was already there, including my two best friends Payton and Russell, who were hovering over my crush Adam. Adam didn’t know I liked him, he cared for looks and money, I didn’t have either. Every time I saw him though my heart would dance and speed up, I liked him a lot. Adam flashed me a smile while Payton and Russell waved and said “Hi Skylla.” At the same time. Adam laughed and so did I, they both looked down embarrassed. “We’ll look who finally showed up!” A voice sneered. I turned to see my enemy Veronica leaning on the Top Court net. “Veronica.” I said politely nodding my head to her. The sneer slowly melted off her face. Usually I argued with her but I didn’t feel like it today. Our teacher Coach Caleb entered before she could say anything. “Bump to 21 groundies! Team tennis, pick a partner and get to it!” He yelled as he set down his tennis bag. I set down mine as well, and partnered up with Derek, a tall kid with black hair and a white hat. We walked to Bottom Court and began playing against Russell and Adam.
By Keira Wilhelm5 years ago in Humans
Orphan Tales
The summer of 1995 in the town of Chancelade, France was, unsurprisingly, hot. The residents of this town in the Dordogne were accustomed to the blistering months of summer. Occasionally, their prayers for a break in the heat were answered in the form of a rainstorm, but this summer there had been little rain so far. And so it was on a stifling July day in Chancelade when a young boy and girl found themselves in the shade of a large oak tree, trying in vain to catch whispers of a breeze that might cool them off, unaware that their lives were about to change forever.
By Olivia Gish5 years ago in Humans
Spencer
In the early 80's I used to live on the 5500 block of Matthews St., smack dab in the heart of Germantown. I wasn't allowed to hang out around the corner very often. There was mostly only trouble to be found anyway. So I spent most of my time on the block...but I didn't mind because I knew at a certain time every day the coolest dude I had ever seen was going to walk...no stroll...no glide down the street. This dude was always fresh man. He always had a clean shapeup, sneaks always sparklin'. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. And the best part...he acknowledged my existence. Everyday whenever I’d see him gliding down the street I’d lose my mind having to wait until he got within a respectable distance before I would shout, "What's up Spence?!?" "Sup Shorty", he'd respond. He stopped walking and faced me. I had his full attention. "You good?" he'd ask me. At this point I'd be so excited I'd only be able to get out a single word, "Yes". "Aight cool." "You good?" I'd inquire, mimicking his earlier question. Smiling, he'd say, "Yea man; you already know that Dre. Look man, be cool and I'll catch up with you later. And make sure to listen to your mom". He said that every time. And I had my response at the ready, "Alright Spence, Peace!' I don't remember if I would give the 'Peace Sign' gesture with my hands or not. But I know he probably chuckled to himself every time I said that. But it didn't matter. I was content with that short but sweet interaction with the coolest man on the planet.
By Andre O'Brien5 years ago in Humans
Worth
Call it a hobby if you will, on weekends I drift up to the beach for a long walk to clear my head. On one mild day in late February, I came upon a little black book while on my trek. While flipping through the book, on the first page in big, black letters tomorrow’s date: February 28th, with the time of two p.m. at a local restaurant.
By Alexandra Paton5 years ago in Humans
