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!"

Noel and the Little Black Book
Isla Rose has been optimistic her whole life. And not because of good fortune. Terrible things had happened to her in her forty years of life, like challenging her, like tempting her to become a more ... common person... and yet there she was, aware of how lucky she was to appreciate the little things of life.
By Ilse Barrios 6 years ago in Humans
Last Saturday
A beam of light touched my hand as the sun shifted into mid-morning through the stained glass windows. Somehow surprised by its warmth, I studied my hand for a moment, being woken from the haze of the distant macrocosm I had escaped into. Only to be woken back to this reality. Again I was reminded of the man speaking. Of his too-sharp voice and of how inconsequential his words were to our grief. He droned on with an unworthy remembrance of a life few could compare to in dignity-and not in one of those “don’t speak ill of the dead” kind of ways. Sure, the truth of him was more complicated and despite his constant cheer he had darkness. Passed to him by others who had the misfortune of being touched by some of the worst of humanity. Though unlike the others, he never passed it on. Occasionally it would erupt into a need for action, distraction, dance, noise, laughter-anything other than the silence. But never into harm. He was an infrequent kind of soul. Never stained by the dark, yet still strong enough to carry others out of it and into light. That’s what he did for me. But not even that lasts forever.
By Lauren Lothaire6 years ago in Humans
The Legacy
The day, much like every other day, started with the usual morning routine: yawn, stretch, look out the window, get up, brush your teeth, drink your coffee. Another gray day convinces you of trading your workout sequence for five more minutes under your bedsheets. Unlike you, MC always wakes up just before heading out, leaving the kind of dramatic mess around him that you’d expect from his wild, untamed curls and his signature (and only) hoodie.
By Coco Blue6 years ago in Humans
That Explains It
From the beginning I did not like Yasmin. It wasn’t her lovely face and springy dark hair that she insisted upon denigrating at each storefront window and other reflective surface we passed, though that didn’t help. It couldn’t be simply her gentle, but monotonous voice that invariably left me drowsy when she rambled. Maybe it was the way she glossed over my objections in discussions, but then again she never dismissed them entirely. I didn’t know quite what it was, but each time my flatmate brought Yasmin around or invited her out with us, I found myself irritated.
By MA Hafen6 years ago in Humans
A Leaf Out Of Benjamin's Book
BRUCE: “Gaaaaaaaargghhh” A piercing wail resounded in Poppyseed Nursing Home. It filled the sourly fragrant air, shrill enough to blast the lethargically-moved chess pieces off the table and snap the frequently-used knitting needles in half.
By Noni Phoenix6 years ago in Humans
Perseverance
While the crashing waves soothed Hank’s mind, the warm sand beneath and the bright sun above swaddled him into a moment’s rest. There was nothing quite like a warm beach in Hawaii to comfort the soul and set it free.
By Emily T.6 years ago in Humans
Nothing Happens by Chance
Nothing is By Chance To think tonight was supposed to be special. James and I both finally had a long weekend to look forward to after months of passing by one another like ‘two ships in the night’ as they say. I woke up this morning with a feeling of childlike anticipation realizing I missed being with my husband. I couldn’t wait to pack up all of the things I had bought when he was out of town last weekend—the beautiful light pink negligee’ and matching robe. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his James’ face when I slipped into it.
By Cathy Edwards6 years ago in Humans
The Fish
The Giants just beat the Patriots in the Super Bowl…? ‘HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT! I just won $20,000!’, Maggie screamed in her head. She wanted to jump up and down and buy a round for the bar, but she reminded herself of The Fish’s golden rule. “Always win more graciously than you lose. It’s all about trust,” he always insisted. These were powerful men that made reckless decisions to feed their addictions. They needed Maggie; The Fish had seen to that. Now, she realized why.
By H.W. Reedy6 years ago in Humans
Judith Bottom Is Going To Cape-Horn
All right, look. I didn’t steal the $20,000 from my parents’ safe, I borrowed it, took it out on loan. They have enough money to buy England, okay, they aren't gonna miss it. Anyway I need it, because I, Judith Bottom, am on a crusade of great splendour and importance. I live in Phoenix Arizona, and I'm marching my way 6,713 miles to the tip of South America, Cape Horn.
By Fior Raspbell6 years ago in Humans
The Muse
It was a typical, bustling Sunday morning at Monahan's Meat Emporium. Throngs of people lined up outside to get into one of the hottest spots in the market. The lucky few who were permitted in browsed the shelves and freezers of imported and local goods, and shouted out their orders to burgundy aproned meat hawkers for anything from house-made sausages to steaks; from lamb chops to chicken breasts, and everything in between.
By Raquel Haber6 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
“Sir, sir” she called but to no avail. He was already gone. She placed the little black book in her bag and walked back from Regent’s Park towards the Harley Street Cosmetic clinic, where she worked as a receptionist. As she sat at her desk, she pulled the book out of her bag and looked at it. It was very old. She held it for a minute and then placed it back in her bag. “Tomorrow” she thought “I will return it to him tomorrow”. Jenny spent her lunchbreaks at the park, eating her lunch and studying for her evening classes in Birkbeck Collage. She has been living in London for a year now. She found the hustle and bustle hard to cope, coming from a little village in Cornwall. The peaceful park was her favourite place. Every day she saw him. An elderly man, sitting on a bench staring at the trees while caressing this little black book.
By RW6 years ago in Humans
The Magnificent Maisy
His mother knew how to punish him, Jimmy had to give her that. He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout and he swept his eyes over the park. There was a playground; a slide, four large plastic toadstools, monkey bars and a rock-climbing wall. Nothing special. Gum trees surrounded the outside.
By A. V. D. Heuvel6 years ago in Humans