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!"

The Next Round
How is one to spend their time during the six months of frigid temperatures and secondhand sunshine that New England deigns to call a “season”? By imbibing of course! Nothing says “Winter in Boston” quite like enjoying a pint or five of your favorite brew with fellow booze enthusiasts, but I’ve always wondered… do they share in my pining for a night of swilling to become something more? Consumption is the premise, but with each sip of the suds, I find my longing to veer off course into a clandestine escapade increases tenfold. Such was the case on the night of February 12, 2021.
By Sean Currlin6 years ago in Humans
To Believe, or Not to Believe
Passion was my benefactress. Neither Chance nor Fate can take credit for what happened to me this January, though it is human nature to believe in such things. The need to assign an author to the events of our lives has spurred many religions and belief systems, so I don’t blame myself too much for my strayed way of thinking the past few weeks. It took believing in both of those allusive deities to get to where I am now.
By Carly Renaud6 years ago in Humans
The Barista
In the heart of every city there's a place where life unfolds, a place where people gather both for business and for pleasure; that place is the local coffee shop. Here in Sweet Valley, Virginia it's no different. People come in to get their daily dose of caffeine or a sweet treat here at Great Grinds coffee shop at all hours of the day and night. How do I know? Well, I'm the manager of Great Grinds and your friendly local barista, Abbi Flowers!
By Mina6 years ago in Humans
An attempt was made...
Bing! Tom pondered over whether to add quotation marks to the sound of the computer telling him he had a new email. Do quotation marks require actual words? Does the speaker need a soul? He didn’t know, didn’t look it up, and didn’t add them in.
By Thomas McVeigh6 years ago in Humans
Confidant: (n.)
Something about being a confidant brings fullness to life. The shame one shows you, the things one would never say out loud, intimately entrusted into your care cultivates deep connection. It opens eyes to a deeper sense of humanity, grace, and wisdom. To trust a confidant is to trust a foundation on which vulnerability and honesty create healing and build a sense of home only found in one another. This trust engrains memories of tears, pain, and laughter. It is a journey of a pair, documented, for all of time, special to the two of you.
By Ashley West6 years ago in Humans
No One Ever Told Me
June 22nd, 2020 is a day that I will never forget. I will carry the sorrow and pain of every person that was there that day.
By Angela Todorov6 years ago in Humans
Gone
The wind has been so still since that night. I’ve just been sitting in the cabin. You always said it was too far from town, and from you, and I never took you too seriously. I just figured we hadn’t been that close in a while, and that you were just saying it to be polite, or to hint that you dreaded the trip. I recall the way you would look down after you said these kinds of things, an awkward crease in your brow. I would reply with a joke to clear the air, and watch you chuckle at the ground. Then we’d go on doing whatever we were doing.
By Alex Khan6 years ago in Humans
She's just a girl and...
Upon stumbling on this challenge, I did a bit of research on my sign. Something significant enough for other people to find any kind of value in while reading. Just a few days ago my coach and mentor gave me a task to share a gratitude peace for the week. I moved across the world (literally) in pursue of my dream and all these things others find inspirational, I find “normal”. It was just how my life was and how my life is. But now, combining that gratitude peace with this small note of my zodiac sign, Leo, I decided to combine it into one. For my coach, for the readers but most importantly for myself. At least for once since I’ve moved countries.
By Ana Barišić6 years ago in Humans
The warmth of the sun
I glanced at the kitchen clock. Only a couple minutes had passed since I last checked, but it had felt like forever. Time was moving at a snail’s pace…or a sloth’s pace. Whichever is slower, sloth, I think. I continued to butter my toast while watching the clock from the corners of my eye, waiting, wishing and willing for the hands to go faster.
By MS6 years ago in Humans
My Paris "Office"
“Are you in your office,” my sister asked in her half-mocking tone. “I am,” I replied, acknowledging the vague olive branch she was extending. I’ve always taken personal calls, sometimes even professional ones, while in the bathroom and she’s teased me about it since we were kids. That’s all she ever did, tease me.
By Penny Pinot6 years ago in Humans
Not the Goonies Story but There is Still Treasure
June 24th, 1950. It was a beautiful day in the town of Swampscott MA. The warm summer wind blew across the small fishing town bringing comfort and peace to its North Shore residents. Summer was as it had always been since the town was established in 1852. Swampscott, a suburban town with a population a bit over 11,000 and located about twenty minutes North of Boston. It had been a few years since World War II ended and life was slowly getting back to normal.
By Misha Trubs6 years ago in Humans
Residue
’Seph scrapes ash across the tab of one of the Pepsi cans that sit on the desk, takes one last drag from the short cigarette and drops it in. The butt fizzles. He gives the can a little shake.
By Tracey Gonneau6 years ago in Humans