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!"
Canned Greens
Cecelia opened her can of raviolis with a satisfying pop and peel. A quick slosh into the bowl left sauce on the counter as well as her sleeve but she paid no attention to that and returned to the box of books that she couldn’t wait to get open as soon as the door to the microwave was shut. She opened the musty box from the local thrift shop and started stacking each book off to the side. She’d signed up for their new Box of Books a month program and so far was the only monthly subscription she had ever even wanted to keep up. It was gold; there was nothing as satisfying as finding a decent story after so many terrible ones.
By M.L. Hoffmann6 years ago in Humans
Dear Grandma
There I stood, not knowing whether to ring the doorbell or not. “I have absolutely lost it,” I thought to myself. I stood there with nothing but my bouquet of flowers — which I haphazardly bought overthinking what to bring to a stranger I know nothing about — and the very thing that brought me to stand on this stranger’s doorstep, the little black book. I ran my finger over the embossed lettering on the leather binding. The letters lined out a D and S.
By Tamara Beric6 years ago in Humans
The Old Car and the Black Notebook
The Old Car and the Black Notebook By Bailey Sadowsky The girls were riding high. They were still buzzing with excitement and confidence. Wren, Marcie, and Jezz screamed the rap line of the hottest song on the Top 40.They had the windows down and they cruised the dusty back sections lines enjoying the last warm hints in the fall air celebrating their victory. Because today, they were victorious. Last night the girls had just made State Volleyball for the third year in a row. The first time the girls made the journey to the golden court they were just sophomores,terrified of competing against the saged seniors of the statewide competitors. The last team from their rural hometown last made state volleyball 24 years ago. They held great pride and ensuing pressure from the whole community just as sophomores.
By Bailey Sadowsky6 years ago in Humans
The NC machine
In the backyard beyond the gate there’s an empty Bayou and dry grass with sleet sticking to it like clear wet glue. In the background, the sound of the train and the crunching of the grass as the children take step after step. Into the grass steps Jeremy, a tall, lanky and handsome 12 year old boy, DeDe a tall slim pretty 9 year old girl and Jody, a fair height, handsome 13 year old boy. The kids are headed to school, they have on mesh back packs and large bubble coats to keep warm. Everyday the kids take the same route to school, they leave out of their back gate, which is located on the bayou. They have 2 friends tall husky geeky 10 year old kid named Zayver and small slim 12 year old kid named Nikki, that join them everyday as they walk to school together.
By Ulavia Dilworth6 years ago in Humans
Saving Slon
As soon as I arrived at my father’s hometown, he immediately imposed an iron discipline on his twelve-year-old son. He curtailed my playtime to a bare minimum, replaced my freetime with house chores, and introduced an unwritten but rigid homework schedule. Suddenly, it was not my mother’s home anymore, I became a trained animal, performing under the stern and watchful eye of my father. On some occasions, when I had lost my concentration and happened to float over the savannas of my imagination, he would slap me on the back of my head and, in no certain terms, remind me to put my heart and my brain in what I was doing. Consequently, in no time, I became an obedient, applause-worthy, A-student.
By Dariusz Janczewski6 years ago in Humans
Lorelai’s Bed and Breakfast
Snow fell lightly across the windshield, stark against the dark country roads. Even though it was only 6:30 pm the sun had already set, making it seem more like midnight. Heather switched the old truck’s heater to defrost and leaned forward, her brights doing nothing to help her navigate her way. Lucky, Heather could make the track from town to Lorelai’s, her hidden Bed and Breakfast, with her eyes closed. The journey which normally would take her 25 minutes to complete was taking a bit longer due to her inexperience with driving in the snow.
By Gloria Hughes Weber6 years ago in Humans
On His List
She ran into the forest. Soaked to the core, her clothes were heavy with rain, and her bare feet began to numb from the autumn winds that had arrived early. The sun had not come out that day, as though it was in mourning with her. The raindrops on her cheeks disguised the tears that fell, and the black clouds resembled the hole in her heart that she believed would never heal again. It was her lover who had died. Like those men before him, he left her to rely on herself once again. She knew now that she had to be as strong as the White Cypress Pine tree she rested upon. She wished she had made a plan previously, when the unwanted tea leaves at the bottom of her cup foretold his death. The tea leaves had accurately predicted death before.
By Leah Brenchley6 years ago in Humans
Audrey's Problem
To Audrey May Brown, time stretched out for so long over the course of her life, as nothing had ever seemed to fill it lastingly enough for her to get the feeling of time “flying by”. The drive to her new house in the middle of nowhere was sadly no different. Even looking out the car window longingly and pretending to be the main character in a movie didn't satisfy her boredom long enough to fill 20 minutes of the three hour trip. Her books were discarded long ago, and music played through headphones dangling off the edge of the backseat nowhere near her ears. Eventually, it came to a point that whenever she checked the time, the minutes moved backwards, and she was in the same place of dread as she was two minutes prior. Two and a half hours into the drive, Audrey turned to counting the trees that flew past her window, and every time she reached one hundred she’d allow herself to check the time again. It was 12:32 pm when she decided to turn to her parents for entertainment.
By Wynter Baker6 years ago in Humans
Model Friend Sabrina Servance
Sabrina Servance is a woman who lights up a room. When I met her, it was at a mutual friend’s bachelorette in Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. From working at David’s Bridal, I could tell she was at least a size 26 and stands at almost 6 ft tall. She had style for days as a plus-size model and floor manager at Dillard’s. I had never met someone black or white that was of her size and had her level of finesse, confidence, and congeniality. The bachelorette weekend went off without a hitch. She came up with the cutest nickname of “Van” for me. Why Van? We were up late for the bride-to-be’s last hoorah and I almost went into the van of a group of attractive men. We laughed and talked about how nice it was to find someone to be steady with and not have to be on the hunt constantly. I remember some of the other women were not excited about her being on the trip because of her size. It was not the fact that she is African American. It was not the fact she had rode up with the woman that showed up six hours late. It was because she is much larger than most women. It impressed me how even though there was this animosity towards her because of her size, she was able to captivate a room and soothe the mood to have everyone behave kindly and respectfully towards her. The next time I saw her was on the day of the wedding.
By Laura Steele6 years ago in Humans
