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!"

Hawaiian, Bermudas, and Sandals.
I tap my foot against the polished floor of the airport. The reflection of people passing by, the sound of wheels kissing the ceramic, the chatter of strangers, and the smell of coffee all harmonize in systemic chaos only enjoyable in a place such as an airport.
By Jose Duron5 years ago in Humans
Kitchen Sweets
He always has some sort of sweet sitting on his kitchen countertop. And each time I’m there I make sure to take a peak at which new delight he has picked out for that week. Coffee cake seems to be a reliable favorite. It reminds me of my granddad.
By Kate5 years ago in Humans
True Friendship
It takes years to build a friendship, sometimes decades, sometimes a lifetime. But what I realized it took a pandemic to determine a true friendship.
By Meg Lagares5 years ago in Humans
Finding Happiness
I woke up today. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal to most people but, I was desperately trying to manifest myself out of existence in my sleep. I turned my alarm clock off and picked up my cellphone. “Zero new messages” I sighed, unsurprised but still disappointment.I got out of my bed and decided to take a quick shower when I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door and no one was there, but I did see a beautiful purple box on the doorstep. It had an orange bow and a green envelope with my name on it. I quickly took the box inside out of fear that I was being watched. I slowly opened the box, anxious that something was about to pop out at me. For a girl who doesn’t care about being alive I sure do fear a lot of things. Inside the box was this beautiful black journal and a check. I opened the notebook and it was completely blank. I sat back confused but picked up the check and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I started shaking and panicking. The check was for 20 thousand dollars! I sat back in utter disbelief and confusion but, I still decided to open the letter. It read
By Destiny rios 5 years ago in Humans
Penny the Possum
What would you do if you found out a possum was living in your garage? I was faced with this question in December 2020. Penny sightings began in September, when she was just a baby. Late night backyard bonfires were disrupted by the low trot of a baby Penny scurrying past our feet.
By Sydney Stoudmire5 years ago in Humans
My Little Black Notebook
Two best friends, young Iranian women walking along the ocean on the hot sands of Kish (an island in Iran) with their hijab.
By Niloofar Tehranian5 years ago in Humans
Quarantine Birthday
I’ve never been a big fan of birthdays. Chalk it up to a broken, lower class home and being the only one in my extended family with a birthday around that time. It was rarely a thing to look forward to. Every year felt like a new incarnation of Sixteen Candles.
By Jenni Stukin5 years ago in Humans
You are my Home
With roots as wide spread as the branches on an infinity tree —the sense of grounding that One would normally find in their hometown, I find in my lifetime friend. With the memories of home and childhood being as fluid as the ocean itself, it’s within the person who knows me best which is where I find my home. This past year has put our minds into an intense state of flux, and whilst travelling home to see the ones we love and to hang out at the places that we miss — my best friend Tessa is the one who brought me home.
By sarah-rashael5 years ago in Humans
They'll Miss You, Devin
It's weird how life works. You're born, and eventually you die. Some of us get to live life longer than others, but it's always heartbreaking to see someone go so young.
By Michelle White5 years ago in Humans
Breaking Trust
How do we heal once the sacred act of trust has been broken? We like to believe with our whole heart, that we as humans can trust. We believe that those we are closest to can be trusted. With our secrets or thoughts and feelings. We think long and hard before giving that trust freely. We expect things that are shared between those close friends will stay between only them. When others are brought into that special place, trust is broken. The old phrase “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” is what you expected but not what you got. The act of allowing an ‘outsider’ into a personal space created for friends only, is painful in the least. Trust becomes a difficult thing to feel now.
By Gail S.5 years ago in Humans
Silence Speaks Different Languages
Everywhere she went, she had a roommate who followed her. Though her roommate did not speak in public, their presence was always felt.
By Maine Teaurima5 years ago in Humans
Obscurity of Angels
The house was filled with silence; only the rain pattering down on the roof and windows could be heard. All but one member of the family was drained of energy; zoning out or sleeping in their beds.
By K Terry5 years ago in Humans