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 Egg
“That’s, er, that’s 20,000 dollars.” Disbelief didn’t even come close to describe how Misch felt, the lump in her throat hard to swallow through. Going into the lawyer’s office hadn’t been by choice, though most of Misch’s peers would agree it wouldn’t be surprising she found herself on the rougher end of a legal scuffle.
By Cas San6 years ago in Humans
Pay attention
We were ten. She moved in a month ago and I had a crush I could feel in my toes. We adventured together...walking, skipping, running…stopping to look at cool stuff in the dirt. She told me that she was from Virginia, and that they had moved to Ohio because her dad had changed jobs. Her brother was two years her younger and she had a big sister, and I listened to every single word she said as she sped through her family history. As we turned to walk down a hardened path, a jogger came up quickly, startling us … “Pay attention” she breathed with a motherly inflection, her red Ohio State sweatshirt whipped by. I looked at Jane. “Did I ever tell you the time I went to Virginia for a wedding?” She looked at me quizzically with a shake and replied as she blew a strawberry curl off her forehead, “wait, what…really?”
By David Robatin6 years ago in Humans
Books of Color
George sat on the park bench next to Harold. It was the same bench they occupied almost every day. The days they skipped were used for church, or to keep out of the weather.
By William Altmann6 years ago in Humans
Another day
It was 5:30am as she woke up to a new day and pulled out the little black notebook that she kept on her bedside table to write down her dreams. This morning she dreamt of walking down the usually crowded streets of New York, chancing upon a tin box on the ground. Without thinking she picked up the box and opened it. To her astonishment, the tin box contained an envelope with $20,000 in cash and a neatly written note that said, "Use It Wisely." She quickly placed the contents back into the tin box, threw it into her bag, and her dream abruptly ended.
By Fi6 years ago in Humans
M is for Mildred
Mildred is the most boring person you will ever meet. That is, if you were one to believe in idle gossip. In the outback town of Morton with a population of only 103, there is one leaning stop sign, a single rusty windmill, and no traffic lights. Morton is a place that is not visited anymore, only born into. At 40 years old, Mildred is one of the 103 folk of Morton and so the gossip goes, Mildred truly is the most unbelievably boring person in town. They say the funeral notices are more exciting than Mildred. That one could not fall asleep in the presence of Mildred, because the entire time you are thinking about how insanely dull she is, whilst concocting an excuse to leave. Again, this is only gossip.
By Anna Humphries6 years ago in Humans
Lichuen's Legacy
“Stalemate.” Lichuen raised her eyes from the game to meet mine. Her fingers trembled slightly as she released them from a bishop and clasped her hands together on her stomach. This was our third game of the week. Lichuen won most of our games, but I’d picked up some of her best tricks and could outmaneuver her at her most weary. I snapped a picture of the board and turned it sideways as the pieces slipped onto the rust hued quilt. We nattered away while I pushed the pieces back into their felt houses on the board’s underside and folded it in half to close.
By Clea Wells6 years ago in Humans
My Friend Herman
“Who was Walt Whitman, anyways?” I asked, looking up at mom while kicking one particular rock that had been with me since we left the front door. It was a good kicking rock, very tumble-y.
By Taylor Kottke6 years ago in Humans
The Tide
Katie took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She was met with the rich, familiar smell of rotting wood and leaf litter. All around her, birch and fir trees presided over thick underbrush. She stood in the center of a gravel road that was just wide enough for her, her two undergraduate assistants, and the lab truck, which was parked partway in the vegetation.
By Danny6 years ago in Humans
ELSIE
It was the morning of January 5th 1970 when five year old Elsie strod off to school beside her three older sisters. With lunch boxes and books in tow she was no longer left at home while the big kids went off to this mysterious place called school. She was a big girl now, just like them, and since September when Elsie started Kindergarten, this had become her daily routine. But by now the excitement of the big mystery was already fading and although she enjoyed school, most days had become like the rest.
By Gisele 6 years ago in Humans
Love and Coffee: A Friendship That Lives Forever
“Make sure you get the lights in the back before you leave,” she said. I nodded back to her, quickly wiping away the tears breaking through their stoic gates. Watching Amber lock the door behind her, I collapsed into the nearest chair. The cafe closed hours ago yet the smell of baked bread haunted empty tables, escaping the quaint shop every time the door opened. A brass bell mounted above it sang for every visitor that crossed its threshold. That bold oak door opened a new world for me.
By Brandy Clarke6 years ago in Humans
Escape
“Oh, no!” Sona jumped off her chair causing it to flip, and fall next to Katrina’s station. The girls working at nearby machines were startled. Not looking at anyone's face, Sona ran through the workroom, out the door and through the hallway to the lunchroom mumbling to herself the entire way “no, no, God! How could I forget? Please God don’t let anyone find it.”
By Sadagat Aliyeva6 years ago in Humans
A Departing Wink from Ms. Rosa Jean Davis
The day I turned 27, I was all lined up to begrudgingly work a double ‘till 6 in the morning. My general manager, Synthia, was in charge of the schedule and she distinctly disliked me; but I did my job well and never missed a shift, so she never had “just cause” to cut me loose.
By Zenster6 years ago in Humans