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!"
Bitter Sweet
Last day in Tator-Tucky before making the long trek homeward bound for the Northern Black Hills. It’s been such a pleasure to help Fridge reassess his values, rearrange his home and get his life back in order. He says me coming was a once in a lifetime opportunity.. he tells me he’s honored to have helped me along my journey into the unknown as it was mine to help him as well. I’m actually contemplating moving down here so we can get a part time beach house here on the coast... I had an offer for work already to run large equipment for a road crew outfit (something to contemplate on my 24 hour long trek)... business is good they tell me and a few friends said despite the CoVid 19 and the price of crude plummeting they’ve worked steadily through it all...
By Annelouise Morgan6 years ago in Humans
Who is "Unidentified Writer"
At this point you're probably wondering how on earth did you end up wandering off on this page, and you're most likely in the right as far as reconsidering the righteousness of your consideration. This is the beginning of a normal looking journey in which you will neither be the hero nor the villain. So if you enjoy the sound of ill-sounding puns and bad-looking crosswords you actually may have landed yourself a home run.
By Unidentified Writer6 years ago in Humans
Angels on the Platform
Sleeping on a subway is like floating through space. You’re hurtled towards an unknown destination without moving an inch, flashes of light occasionally curtaining your eyelids in between the stretches of inky emptiness. Lying on the back-aching, creamsicle-colored seats is the closest you’ll get to anti-gravitational suspension, one of the few things that you vaguely remember happens in space (it’s hard to know these things when you never got past the tenth grade and astronomy was an eleventh grade luxury). The other passengers-- middle-aged moms taking their kids to the zoo or vanilla businessmen on their way to another mind-numbing morning of meetings-- are like those space rocks that float in and out of your limited attention span: as long as they don’t touch you, they’re not a threat.
By Rachel Billings6 years ago in Humans
I ain’t your mum, sis.
Interviewer: State your name for the record, and please feel free to tell us a bit about yourself. Malaika: Hi everyone, my name is Malaika. I’m 22 years old, and I’m a political science and criminal law major. I also work as a part time receptionist for a law firm.
By Tina Muzondo6 years ago in Humans
De Ja Moo
De Ja Moo Susan was early. Not that she'd needed to rush. Patricia was always late, if indeed she turned up at all. If it transpired to be the latter today then Susan was OK with that. There were worse things in life than to be stood up at her favourite café, Jericho. In fact a small part of her hoped that's how it would turn out.
By Agathos Daimon6 years ago in Humans
A Walk in the Park
I had been sitting alone at the apartment all day waiting for my roommate, Paul to get home. He has the car and I hate walking by myself in this terribly large city. Last time I did it I was lost for hours, so here I wait. Hours and hours go by before I hear that familiar jiggle of keys in the lock. I got excited.
By Allen Banks6 years ago in Humans
