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!"

After Today
"You're doing it again..." Nadine advised, as she watched him make his way to the water cooler by the office window for the third time in an hour.
By Nick Charles5 years ago in Humans
Absolution
“Your two thirty is here.” Tara looked up from her big bowl of frothing soap whip. Her assistant, Anna, stood gracefully in the doorway of her shop room.
By Emily Waters5 years ago in Humans
No Outlaw
In the middle of a thunderstorm, two men are on horseback, barreling through a well-worn trail. If you ask the townsfolk from Chelsea, they're a couple of vagabonds fleeing the scene of a vicious high noon commotion. If you asked the two men, Johnathan Wyatt and Elias Finch, they're headed east to Sumpter Hill on a job.
By Allegedly, James White5 years ago in Humans
Agent Penny and the Dusty Discovery
The clock ticks by as a random video drones on at the front of the classroom. I wonder why we're forced to watch anything educational since school is technically done for the day. I'm so bored I'm afraid I may die. Looking around the ancient room I feel as though I've travelled through time. There have been so many changes in my life lately I may not notice if I did. New town, new school, new post-pandemic life.
By Emily Cameron 5 years ago in Humans
Friends
Friends are the best. And, from our first young social interactions we make them, we love them, and we try to keep them close by but this is not always what life has in store.
By a.a.gallagher5 years ago in Humans
Two Men, One Cage
The day young Thomas met the faces of faded men, was the same day the young boy became a prisoner. He did not know at the moment when the guards put him inside the cell, that it was a room that had been waiting for him all along.
By Mila Bedoya5 years ago in Humans
Popcorn Tuesday
The sun smiled down on little Hero’s operation: a wooden fold-out table, and a hand-painted sign propped precariously above it.
By Whittler5 years ago in Humans
Cafe Lucinda
In a quiet neighborhood of Northern Italy, there was a lady that I never saw as a customer before. She approximately at around her mid-forty, wears quirky yet good-looking outfit, and ordered a hot cup of mocha with almond milk. I gave her the drink personally so I can get close to her. She has a very nice fragrance scent on her, fruity yet floral as if I was in a garden somewhere in France. She sat in the corner of the café where the natural lights are, opened her black little notebook, and started writing there. I gaze up upon her when it’s not as busy in the café, something about her attracts me in a respectful way. In my mind, I said: “I want to be like her when I grow up, she knows what she wants and her outfit is unusually stylish, not in a trendy way but in her own way.”
By Monica Tanbrin5 years ago in Humans
Anna
I turned twelve the year I lost my best friend. I met Anna when I was six, and she was eight, and we had just moved into the small suburb north of the city the rest of our family lived in.
By Debra Rogers5 years ago in Humans
Bloom
It was just an average stiflingly hot summer Saturday in Brooklyn on the day that the package arrived. The sick-sweet and heavy smell of garbage in the alley behind my crumbling apartment building hung in the air and spilled in like invisible molasses through my open bedroom window.
By Amanda M.5 years ago in Humans
Paint it Red
Chandeliers hung overhead as we entered the auditorium for the annual Evening Under the Stars gala. A greeter led us to our table and slipped a note into my pocket as they passed me.
By Stephanie Watson5 years ago in Humans
The Move
The time had come. He prepared for this moment his entire life. 15 years of practice, countless wins, and even more failures, studying the professionals, practically implementing every new and valuable piece of knowledge he could possibly find.
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Humans