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!"

  • lola's writing
    Published 4 days ago
    Us, immigrant girls...

    Us, immigrant girls...

    There are times in life when our emotions get the best of us and the grasp of our own humanly bodies is nonexistent. In high school, I had a friend, let’s call her Dia. Even though we are no longer in contact, I will never forget an incident that I experienced with Dia. It was junior year of high school and like me, all my friends had packed schedules and felt like they were carrying the world in their shoulders. Having nine classes, and at least three of them being Advanced Placement really tired out a person. One day Dia and I were in the library, pretending to do work but mostly taking this rare free time to talk to each other.
  • Alsu Gara
    Published 5 days ago
    #GirlTalk: Why I Never Had Enough Female Friends

    #GirlTalk: Why I Never Had Enough Female Friends

    As I have come to terms with the fact that I never had enough female friends, I embarked on a journey to discovering everyone's favourite question, why. The reason why I never had enough of female friends in my circles, and why it was hard for me to feel comfortable around them, until now.
  • Mae McCreery
    Published 5 days ago
    Why I'm Useless on a Trivia Team

    Why I'm Useless on a Trivia Team

    I am smart, but Trivia games are not for smart people.
  • Jay Cordero
    Published 8 days ago
    Ella and Sam
  • Annelouise Morgan
    Published 9 days ago
    Friends For Life

    Friends For Life

    This guy. Right here. Where do I even attempt to begin?
  • Annelouise Morgan
    Published 9 days ago
    Bitter Sweet

    Bitter Sweet

    Last day in Tator-Tucky before making the long trek homeward bound for the Northern Black Hills.
  • Nat Bar
    Published 11 days ago
    To the Man I Thought I Could Save

    To the Man I Thought I Could Save

    In the spring of 2018, I was an impending disaster. When I picture the colour of that season in my mind, I can see sunsets of flamingo, fire, and gold seeping through the blinds of my third story apartment as I listened to the turbulent theme song of the trash cartoon show I watched to keep the ghosts at bay. That spring, I desperately wanted a saviour, but I would not turn out to be the one who needed saving.
  • Mae McCreery
    Published 11 days ago
    My Person

    My Person

    We all have that one person in our lives that we would do anything for. It may be a spouse, parent, sibling; in my case it’s my best friend.
  • Tina Muzondo
    Published 13 days ago
    Balance

    Balance

    Weepy Open-book : Why do I always seem to be the one with problems?
  • Unidentified Writer
    Published 14 days ago
    Who is "Unidentified Writer"

    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.
  • Rachel Billings
    Published 14 days ago
    Angels on the Platform

    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.
  • Tina Muzondo
    Published 17 days ago
    Fracture

    Fracture

    Ruvimbo: Why haven’t you been taking my calls, or answering my texts?