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!"
Kimba
I heard her crying in the night. I was walking home from another late night at the office and the last thing I needed was to deal with some vagrant. The homeless had become so numerous in our city that I hardly even noticed them anymore. I continued walking up the hill to the brownstone where I shared a flat with three roommates and I thought to myself, at least the homeless have personal space. As I turned the corner onto my street, I saw the source of the echoing cries and stopped short. Standing under a scraggly tree that had grown twisted and warped from lack of sunlight was a woman barefoot in a simple slip dress. She was holding her arm and sobbing profusely.
By Cameron Ivory5 years ago in Humans
Jumping in the Deep End
Over the course of my nineteen years on this beautiful blue and green planet is that life is never set in stone, and life never gives you lemons. In fact, it throws them at you, and once you think you've dodged them all, they get you from behind. Now I don't have experience in a lot of important things, like relationships, dating, friends, and family. People are confusing and complex creatures that I'm still trying to figure them out.
By Arica Webb5 years ago in Humans
The Owoo and the Owt
Greetings. I’m Pellish. No, that’s not some rare skin condition or color, but what my under-schooled father who lived in a barn thought to call me the day after. I’m at a summer camp and I’m not complaining. Just a short trip from our farm keeps me from the chores. It’s day 2 and I’m next for the bobber cast competition. Simple enough, it’s a dry cast of a fishing bobber trying to sink a hole about 40 feet away. No need to fear the inevitable, I’m going to screw this up no doubt. I’m getting better but my eye hand coordination are still work in progress. If it wasn’t for my brother pushing me, I wouldn’t have let them shove me into the line. Jeremy is next, and I’m right behind him. He is just 5 years older but the smartest friend I feel I have. He’s as they say, I good kid. Constantly watching over me, finding reasons, (making excuses) for my bold ineptness, I’d like to think he takes after my mother. The only thing I can validate what my father passed on to me, is one leg is shorter than the other. It kept my father out of the military service and keeps me tripping as if my shoelaces were tied together in the most opportunist of moments to lead to ridicule.
By Ruben Ramos5 years ago in Humans
They called him Eve
He had always loved elizabeth. He would soar as he jumped from the barn window higher and higher then he would swoop down flapping his wings at just the right moment to land gracefully on her backpack and look at me as I walked alongside E. Apologies my name Pharos I’ve been E I mean elizabeth’s friend since my first winter here and she has been a force of nature for every moment I have known her. In fact the first day I met her would set the standard for how much gravity she held. We were young 6 maybe, but her presence boomed with a flare you couldn’t deny. As our parents meet and exchanged pleasantries outside their country home she pulled me away to the snowy lands behind her home to discover adventures yet to be found. Just beyond the tree line as she told a joke about what a green tomato said to a red one she said stopped before the punchline her sun kissed face turned away as she looked for the source of a sound that eluded my hearing yet she knew it was true with all her heart. She moved like lightening with me barely able to keep up to find a barely alive owlet in a nest that had fallen. There was no mother owl in site and E wasted no time scoping him up and taking him home with the quickness of Usain Bolt. Her attention was to the bird she did not ask for the adults help only instead took her mother’s phone and beyond the nature instincts she relied upon to keep him warm she careful cradled him as she researched other method to address needs of the owlet. She had not forgot about me for as I reached the door shortly behind her she sent me on errands for items throughout her house to tend to the owlet. Her decisions were so precise and he vision so clear it was as if we moved in sync. Mind you this was the first time I had ever meet her and as things settled down and she could tell the owlet was stable in her arms she spoke earnest and correct. His name is Eve. I said isn’t that girl’s name. She spoke with no hesitation “It is his name” and from that day forward this snowy white bird, they called him Eve and I did as well. Now flash forward to today. Eve had always stayed in the barn high window that was directly across from E’s second story room. I swear I always felt he would watch her at night till her eye were close. Then he would surveil the area at night. His routine during the day was simple ever since E taught him to fly he would sit in the high window of the barn soar up and swoop down to land on her backpack when we’re about 50 yards away from the house. No matter how many times I saw it each time it seemed more graceful like he was perfecting it so show off for E. One day before one of Eve’s epic arrivals we were walking while sharing earbuds the song truth hurts by Lizzo came on. A man came out of nowhere and almost snatched us, but as he was within an inch of us claws to his face. A gun appeared and one shot fired.
By Joseph Polite5 years ago in Humans
I Used To Feel Lonely; It Was Unbearable
I suffered from loneliness for a while. Learning to transform the feeling of loneliness into pleasant emotions was a life-changing event for me. Understanding the notion that emotions were not permanent has opened new windows to joy, satisfaction, serenity, and excitement.
By Dr Mehmet Yildiz5 years ago in Humans
The Afro Kid
Math has never been my thing. From early on, it was clear that I was much more comfortable with words than with numbers. As the old adage goes—and I'm paraphrasing here—you're either a math person or a word person; but never both. In elementary school, I did fairly well with basic math and was, in fact, on the high honor roll from the 1st grade to the 6th grade in all subjects and that made me feel good because it was one of those things where they posted the high honor roll and honor roll students' name and pictures on the wall outside of the classroom door. It wasn't until I began taking Algebra I and Geometry in high school that it became evident math was definitely not my strong suit anymore.
By Meg Thee Tiger5 years ago in Humans
The Owl in The City
It was a Beautiful Hot Day in Atlanta and Cassie was feeling great and Cassie wanted to get out and steer something up. Cassie called her trusted girlfriend Tammy and asked if she wanted to go out and grab a drink and a bite to eat.
By Candace Sinopoli Bennett 5 years ago in Humans
Freedom Flies
The nights are when I feel my most freedom, when the world is quiet and resting and I am required by no one to do anything. By day I am an insurance agent muddling through paperwork and forced to move as quickly as possible having endless conversations with humans that drain my life. I feel like a bear at a circus, continuously being forced to be on stage for a performance. At night though it is just me and my porch, my ever so small screened in 10x10 porch. These summer months are my favorite where I can sit here with my glass of water and just listen to mother natures incredible creation. See, I live in Kansas the middle of no where Kansas on a farm that belongs to my family. It is a place where you feel one with nature.
By Tara Horvath5 years ago in Humans
