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!"
Elementary
Farrah and Tristan were walking home from their last day of school. They had successfully finished the puzzle that Barton had given them. In fact they finished it so easily they left Barton standing there shocked. "Did you see the look on Barton’s face when I handed him the wooden puzzle box open?" Farrah said busting out laughing. "Yeah, he looked like he'd seen a ghost!" Tristan added laughing as well. They stopped laughing and walked in silence for a bit. Tristan broke the silence first, looked her way and said "You know, we make a great team." She smiled to herself and said "We sure do. I don't know what I'd do without you around to help me with some of the puzzles I've encountered." Farrah replied. "Yeah, I know. Same here. I think we both help each other out that way." He said. "Oh most definitely!" Farrah exclaimed. "I'm good at some facts and actually working on the task at hand. While you're good at older facts that I forget and you're good at analyzing a situation too." She explained. It was true; they each had different qualities and strengths that made them the perfect duo. "Oh, I almost forgot! I have to go to the library to drop this book off!" Farrah said. "Oh for goodness sakes Farrah, you borrowed another book?" Tristan whined. Farrah always enjoyed reading a good book. But not just any book, she always enjoyed a good mystery book, preferably Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes was her role model. She always considered herself as Sherlock Holmes while Tristan was John Watson. She often thought of Sherlock Holmes as her idol because he was so good with logical reasoning and he was a detective. Farrah's number one dream was to become a detective. Of course she knew that Sherlock Holmes was a fictional character but she always thought that he could still be a role model regardless.
By Dominique Renee5 years ago in Humans
Black Book Number Challenge
I, Stephan, and Marcus. We were the best buddies in the school. It is hard to see without us together. To be precise our friendship started not from school but from the very first day in kindergarten when we came dangling on our mothers' fingers. We stood together through our 'thick and thin'.'Notorious', 'Villainous', 'Misbehaved', we collected all possible accolades in our school.
By Philip Davy5 years ago in Humans
Gigi and Ray
Gigi and Ray Dear Ray, You were my best helper. Of all the kids I’ve hired over the years, you were my favorite. You’re the one who always comes to visit me these last months at Columbine Shores, even now that I’m officially in hospice and a mess. You sneak me bacon burgers from the Naughty Onion and sit with me, knowing it’s okay not to say anything. You know that at 17 when most of the adults who show up do not. I will end my days thinking of your smile, that bright smile that made mine every time I saw it. They tell me I have a little bit of money left, even after I’ve paid off the credit card, and paid for my big life celebration party. You know I am completely alone in the world. No family left, no kids, so I want you to have the money. Enjoy it. Be smart. Remember me.
By Karen Brock5 years ago in Humans
48, 52, 57
Bill pushed his white game piece forward across the checkerboard. “‘57, what a great year. Ya remember 1957, Johnny?” Johnny nodded, pushing a black piece toward Bill. “Did I ever tell you my grandparents were from the Scottish highlands?” asked Johnny. “I’ve never been. Good whiskey,” he said. “I’d like to go.”
By Janet Lloyd5 years ago in Humans
"A Cigarette for Your Troubles."
Martine and I are on the floor of her grandfather’s bedroom. She’s sorting through his old suits to be donated while I dig through boxes and boxes of papers, old documents, stuff. Her grandfather died over a year ago, but nothing was ever done with his stuff. She is now the sole occupant of this house. Nobody wanted it, the upkeep, the dust, the death, so she took it. Now we are sitting in a mess that we don’t know what to do with.
By Haili Blassingame5 years ago in Humans
Curiosity is a nasty flaw...
This morning I checked my accounts and I only have three hundred euros to spend on my week-long trip to Crete. I'm still going to be the killjoy, the one who goes without, the one who prefers picnics, the one who prefers a bottle of wine on the beach rather than cocktails on the terrace. How I'd love to be the one who pays for tours one day!
By Bellanger Mylene5 years ago in Humans
The Waitress
Her phone buzzed and vibrated across the nightstand. “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves pumped out its upbeat optimism as the song danced and bounced the phone to more intensity. Abby turned her head, keeping it pressed firmly into the pillow. In slow motion, she swung her arm in a perfect arc, landing her hand softly on the phone, deftly pressing the snooze button even as her eyes stayed tightly shut. “Who in blue blazes walks on sunshine at 4am?”
By Chuck Palmer5 years ago in Humans
For You, Gideon
Dear Gideon, (can I still call you Giddy?) I was never good at letters, but if anyone would know that it would be you. My fingers are frozen cold, I don’t know how to make a fire, and yet I’ve still managed to write a dozen drafts of this. My cat (yes, I got a cat…thought you’d find it funny) is currently hurling herself around in them. Should I just jump in as well and ditch this whole thing? I still don’t know where to start.
By Sophie Kohler5 years ago in Humans
