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!"

Still Yet Drifting
I wish it had been different type of drifting. I wish I had drifted off to a light sleep before heading over to 1755 Sepulveda to pick him up for dinner, for another night out on the town, or just to hang out over sushi and sake and over tears of laughter and heartbreak. I wish it had been a nightly drifting instead of a morning wake; this way he would have had another night to drift through. His mother didn’t say much as I entered aside from her usual and passive “hello.” She had been passive throughout her entire motherhood. She was dressed in black which matched Edwin’s mental obscurity that early a.m. that led him to end his day prematurely and every following day permanently. His dad was also in black, greeting me with the same smile he hid behind regardless of the occasion.
By Andrew Dominguez5 years ago in Humans
A Close Call
Sitting on the edge of the fountain, Lucy ran her hand through the water, creating a little wave. She watched as it rippled the surface, traveling to the opposite side, causing the paper boats floating there to bob up and down.
By Katie Altman5 years ago in Humans
The Chronicles of Ibam Shibam
Last night at around eleven o’clock, a friend of mine was hit by a car in Manhattan and rushed to a Mount Sinai emergency room. Another friend of mine got detained by the police for obstruction of justice. I can promise you that my friends are not the type to casually take part in this sort of dicey behavior. We’re typically a bunch of cowards. This was just one of those nights where shit decided to hit the fan and spray everyone stupid enough to be standing around it.
By Christopher Adams5 years ago in Humans
The Wharf
Karli tucked her knees into her chest, her gaze locked on the horizon. It had been weeks since her father had set sail. She remembered that cold, gauzy morning like it had just been yesterday, the way the wind had nearly blown off her wool cap. The way her father had looked at her before stepping below deck. When Karli left him that morning, she’d noticed for the first time how gray his hair was, how stooped his shoulders were becoming.
By Katie Doarn5 years ago in Humans
Saving Scrap
I ran through the trees and scrambled down the rocky hill to the edge of the river where Grain was waiting; the checkerboard spread open on the rock. I reached him out of breath and plunked down on the grass.
By Karen Sullivan 5 years ago in Humans
The Controlling Friend
Needy friends can turn into user friends. User friends can turn into one of the most evil type of friend, controlling. Once a controlling friend constantly needed a play by play once my son was born. Day and night she would ask me for photos, how was he doing, or how was I settling in. It seemed caring and innocent at first, but then the texts would come at all hours. 3am, 7am, 10pm…
By Pie Robinson5 years ago in Humans
Responsibility
The Wednesday before the world stopped, Emily asked me to drive to Keene with her after school. She had had her license for six months, and was using any excuse to take advantage of her newfound freedom. It wasn’t as though either of us needed anything, but between her new car and my new job, it felt like something normal teenagers would do. We were sitting on the track field bleachers at the end of English class. It was surprisingly warm for March.
By maisie 5 years ago in Humans
From Seattle With Love
From Seattle With Love. Was spelled out across a big pink banner on a postcard I received in the mail. This is fascinating. Why am I, a midwestern girl, born and raised in North Dakota, receiving this post card? I don’t recall knowing anyone in Seattle, heck I didn’t even know Seattle existed, until now. It does look beautiful, glaring at a picture of a city, with a tower that has a saucer and an antenna, and a big, glorious mountain tucked away in the background. Also, worth note, this city lies on a body of water. So, I continue.
By Andrew5 years ago in Humans
Cecily
Cecily was a young woman who lived within the lines. She colored within the lines, parked within the lines; she followed recipes to the letter and she never rolled through stop signs. She made her bed up every morning and she took her makeup off each night. At the age of twenty-eight, Cecily still stepped over every crack in the sidewalk. She was not a religious woman, but rather a methodically fearful one, and she preferred to avoid any problems that could be prevented by behaving as she had been taught to behave.
By Hillary S5 years ago in Humans
A World Beyond the Horizon
We rode in an early 1900’s model truck with an open bed lined with wooden slats. The excitement was almost too much for me to bear. We drove on a bumpy but beautifully wooded path. The man driving was quiet, but he was gentle with me and teased me a little, so I felt good about him. I was seven years old and before this, I had nowhere to go. Now I was going somewhere.
By Sandra Alexander 5 years ago in Humans
Glad I'm Not You
Glad I’m Not You A Most Bizarre Road to Nuptials We tried to tell her—multiple times—and she just wouldn’t listen. The three of us had been friends since middle school, but Kellie was always a little . . . different. Her mother would give the most outrageous advice, like if a stoplight took too long you can beep and go. She would always add emphatically, “It is perfectly legal!”
By Elle Schreier5 years ago in Humans
Winters Like Summer.
Throughout the last weeks, she changed unexpectedly and vastly. I never expected nor had seen such a change especially from her. All of a sudden her red cheeks changed to pale awful colored, the wide stretched charming smile was completely pulled downwards from corners to become a plain straight line. She's the last person who could be anticipated towards a change, it is indeed very true due to some vital situations, personalities do take a turn but apart from this fact, her character was always greatly cheerful and happy. Someone of that type to change is very hard. They must be subjected to a very powerful force for this kind turn. It was much like an arrow piercing a free dove flying in the sky.
By Cordellia Novis5 years ago in Humans