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!"
Memories in the Needles
For Karen, knitting isn’t just a hobby; you can see the connections and relationships to people in her life in the patterns of colors she creates. When I wear my gray knitted hat by her, I am reminded of kindness and generosity. When her co-worker adorns her summer tank top, she thinks of friendship and creativity. When Karen’s niece picks out her accessories to prepare for the cold Michigan winters, she feels it necessary to warn people, “I am particular because my aunt and grandma are knitters.” The way she says “knitters” is with a capital “K”.
By Kristy Loxton8 years ago in Humans
Your Birthday Isn't Important
I have a poor relationship with my birthday. It doesn’t mean a thing to me; it never did. No one ever really cared for mine, apart from my family, of course. No one went out of their way to make sure I was remembered. And I didn’t like telling anyone because to me, surely, if I was important to any extent, I and my birthday would be remembered without question. I get it, people forget things, but my mum made a list of all my old primary school “friends” (it’s complicated) and their birthdays so we made sure I didn’t forget them. But everybody else was apparently remembered and celebrated by their friends, so why not me?
By Bushra Shahriar8 years ago in Humans
Found
It was a beautiful August day with the sun shining brightly down on my face with a slight breeze. I could see the flowers bloom in front of my eyes as the butterflies were resting their tired wings upon the delicate flower petals. The birds were chirping a lovely song as they serenaded one another. That is when I first saw her, sitting outside alone, smoking a cigarette, and using her laptop computer. She seemed to be deep in thought, typing away as if it were a marathon. I noticed she was older than your average college student, her short red curly hair framing her freckled face, and her glasses that seemed to suit her. I did not pay her any mind; I was hungry; food was my only concern at the time. A few days had passed and there she was again, sitting in the same spot, still typing away on her laptop. I went into the cafeteria, and when I came out with my tray a fellow-class mate was sitting with her. I stopped and sat down.
By sandra gunderson8 years ago in Humans
Brick By Boring Brick
It's all about having your head in the cloud; don't think this is your fault, that I can’t sleep because I’m trying to rescue you from your ivory tower. Your walls are full of magic; if this is true, I’m coming for you. I’m coming to tackle your nightmares because I’m here to protect you from them. You don't have to be scared any more.
By Lizzy Arrow8 years ago in Humans
The Words I Can't Say
I spent such a long time saying those words to the wrong person, that now, I don't know how to express the feeling to the right person. I have lost the ability to be affectionate. I don't know when it happened, only that it did, and that it takes a toll on my relationship.
By Elysa Noelle8 years ago in Humans
Sleeping Debate
It had been five days since Rita and Ivy had returned from their trip to Amsterdam. The holiday did not go as planned at all, but that wasn't bad thing as far as they were concerned. Rita and Ivy had been friends since their first day of high school.
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Humans
Past Relationships
They say past relationships won't affect your new ones but that's a lie because they will. In a new relationship you start over and question every little thing from "why haven't they texted me" to "do they really love me?" because being used and hurt causes these feelings.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Humans
Kamp Fire
Kael Nacallio of Ney De Jaar was the youngest of four brothers and two sisters. She grew up in a more relaxed way than her siblings, with much less strict rules and schedules. Her brothers awakened at dawn, ate breakfast, then trained in combat all morning until lunchtime, when the family sat in the garden to eat and socialize. They all shared the same blonde hair and bright green eyes, the signifying traits of the royal family. Her sisters, Betha and Karila, wore their favorite matching emerald gowns with their curled hair piled into loose buns on top of their heads. They laughed quietly at their brothers' arguing about who did the best at fencing today while Kael, hand under chin, stared into the servant's quarters. Betha glanced at her youngest sibling and shook her head slightly in disapproval before clearing her throat.
By Ona Issuyate9 years ago in Humans
A Minority's Memoirs
My friend and I developed a close relationship from kindergarten until we graduated high school. We pretty much stuck together through thick and thin. However, we did not necessarily have the greatest start. In fact, we were enemies before we were friends. Since we were never able to reach a point where we could talk about this issue, it later created a disconnect for us, and left me with unanswered questions even now at age 23.
By Tatiana Parker9 years ago in Humans
