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!"

Lost and Found
The neighborhood was not what I imagined as the location of my first home. Modest ranch houses, all variations of the same layout. Mirror images of each other.
By Vicki Engel6 years ago in Humans
Cricket Snares
Sebastian pressed his ear lightly against the stinging coolness of the stall door, clenching his eyelids together tightly as to squash the imagery of a thousand grimy fingerprints caressing his exposed lobes. He had slipped into the dingy restaurant bathroom nearly a half hour ago, mere moments after crumpling the thin sheet of paper sputtered from a barely-functioning receipt machine to record his unpaid break. “Unpaid”, of course, was the first word on the paper, inked in a lifeless yet subtly upbeat font which mocked the 19-year-old instantly after being momentarily released from his duties. He now realized it had been the unbearable horridness of the font which prompted his subconscious daily ritual of crumpling the paper, and not the stiff, low quality of the paper itself, which he had thought before.
By Evan S6 years ago in Humans
Marvin
I couldn’t believe I was witnessing what I once thought of as a dream, a fantasy, as impossible, to become a reality. Opening week at RepubliK nightclub was a complete success! The multitude of people walking out, would express nothing but excitement about what they called the “best day ever.” Not only was the club a success, the Tapas bar attached to it sold out every night and the dance classes were packed daily! Part of me couldn’t believe it yet, but I had to snap back into reality and tell myself “it is real.” People from all over the surrounding areas were coming to our town for the fun, the music, the delicious food, and the memorable experience! The smile I once shared with my angel, was now a smile I could share with everyone. The best part about this moment was that I could live it with my feet planted on the ground. RepubliK was nothing but a vague dream I had since middle school. A simple dream that a simple man could not make possible. Or so I thought. Let me tell you how my angel in disguise made me realize the importance of a smile and kindness to others, as well as the way he helped this ordinary man turn his life around.
By Mario Garnica jr6 years ago in Humans
The Tree
Alright then, I’ve decided; I should die. I remember when I was younger, I was always taught that no matter how bad life gets you can always pull through. I was taught that even if you’re close to the edge, about to give up, someone will save you, something would change, in the end you’d come home and you’d live your life. I was taught through television, and stories, and lies. I thought it was silly for anyone to give up like that. Now I understand.
By Daniel Harring6 years ago in Humans
The Bucket List
“Jordan, it’s March 20th. You know what that means.” I sigh inwardly. I had been expecting this ever since the schedule came out.
By Tim Joseph6 years ago in Humans
If It's Five Million
Michigan, 2019 I’m standing in my little blue kitchen cooking bacon, thinking of Stasia. Every time with bacon, Stasia comes to mind, because she first taught me. In Virginia, when we were teenagers. Her momma Ruth sitting to the side, eyes a little glazed but laughing deep. Ruth, she could laugh, and so much made her, even with all the sadness she carried. Stasia’s standing over the pan, gently flipping each piece, one by one. You know how a moment can happen and you don’t know then that you’ll come back to it, for the rest of your life? This – it’s that.
By Lisa Gordillo6 years ago in Humans
A Reaper's Writing
“Excuse me, sir?” a woman shyly calls out the retail worker, “Can you point me over to the shoe aisle?” “It’s over that way on the left” the worker states as he points off to the shoes in the distance. The woman meekly mutters a gentle “thanks” and hurries off into the direction of the aisle. The worker sighs to himself, watching the woman look for the pair of shoes she wants. His gaze wonders around the store, then to the clock. He once again sighs. He is suddenly interrupted by another woman walking up to register. She places a bag on the register and stares at him angrily, waiting for him to speak.
By hayley vance6 years ago in Humans
Hidden Truth
The package was shoved into my mailbox. I almost needed a crowbar to get it out. It was a plain-manilla envelope with nothing on it but Tayla Reynolds in big black letters. No return address.
By Terri McGillis6 years ago in Humans
A Life of Joy
A Life of Joy An unfamiliar man in a fedora and long trench coat stood on the porch and knocked on the door. Emily was home alone and opened the door tentatively. “Hello, My name is Roger Warhall, I’m an estate attorney, are you Emily Parker?” She nodded. “I have something for you from Mr. Minkler. Did you know him?” She paused “I don’t know if I would say I knew him, but I passed by his house every morning on my way to school.” “Well,” the attorney said. “I’m sorry to tell you, but he passed away. He included you in his will and I’m here to give you this little black book.” Emily paused and then took the book from his hands,“Thank you” she said. He tipped his hat slightly towards her and said “You’re welcome, take care.” She shut the door and stared at the book in her hands.
By Lesley Zacharias6 years ago in Humans
Of course
Every morning, Ashley Corta brushed her teeth, combed her eyebrows and painted her front door before driving to work. Some days it was burnt lavender or baked pumpkin, others it was cobalt blue or rich grapefruit; but she always returned after midnight, crossing the front porch of her single story Craftsman house and unlocking the door when everything was dark and colorless.
By Faith Lucas6 years ago in Humans
Mr. Mayor
When I think back to my first day as a Property Manager, I can't help but cackle at how naïve I was. My new boss had told me to jump into the deep end with my goggles on and hope that I could keep my head above the water. Reassuring, right? She wasn't kidding though. I almost didn't survive the first week.
By Ryan Liljegren6 years ago in Humans
The Final Six
The metal buckle reflected the hazy and dusty light of Main Street, faintly flashing and flickering beneath the bustling ferns in Lippman Plaza. Without thinking, Min-Ji reaches her arm deep into the plant, digging her nails into dirt until she wraps her fingers around a cold and stiff strap, pulling out a partially buried black leather duffle-bag. Her heart thumping against her chest, she quickly decides to sling the bag across her shoulder before running to catch her bus. On the groaning bus, her fingers graze the dirt-scattered leather of the bag resting on her lap while she watches the sky descend into the royal blue and blood orange colors of the evening.
By Choi6 years ago in Humans