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!"

Little White Flowers
Through a rather unusual circumstance, Winslet became friends with George Malarkey, or as she would fondly refer to him today, Mr. George. Winslet came to know George Malarkey at first, through his belongings. And George knew her by her singing voice. Yet neither of them had the pleasure of meeting.
By Ashleigh Taylor6 years ago in Humans
The Snowman who Saved Spring
It was remarkable to suddenly exist. Of course, it hadn’t happened in a moment. I’d had a gradual realisation of suddenly being. Of being formed. The full realisation of the enormity of existing didn’t sink in until my eyes were added, and I could properly take in the world around me and understand – before that point it had all been abstract. I’d felt myself being moulded, but with no reference points it was difficult to comprehend what I was being made into.
By Chris Cunliffe6 years ago in Humans
Marcy's Black Book
It has been 6 months since Marcy passed. 6 long, lonely months. Daria remembers the final day like yesterday. She knew the call would come. She saw the call coming in from Mark and Mark would only call when Marcy couldn’t. During that time, calls from Marcy slowed and Daria was sure to visit after work every day. The brain cancer had taken over and the doctor had already informed them that there was little time left.
By b_gemini_writer6 years ago in Humans
Can't Focus
Things get busy, and it seems like you have less and less time to sit and chat with your girlfriends. Things like work, relationships, you know, parenting, all get in the way. How dare they! When life gets hectic nothing is better than a quality conversation with a good friend.
By Pie Robinson6 years ago in Humans
Firewood. Top Story - February 2021.
Firewood When Joseph opened his mouth it made a strange crackling sound, as if parts of his tongue were cracking. The wood stove had been left on overnight, and now the house was an almost uninhabitable desert, the corners of his eyes and crevices of his skin all bone dry and aching. He glanced at the end table beside his recliner and saw a large, very old, glass of water. Small white particles floated near the bottom of the glass. He couldn’t wait; it would have to do. He slowly leaned as far as he could to the side, aiming his mouth for the large metal straw resting against the side of the cup. Joseph realized that his urostomy bag was full to the point of bursting, an uncomfortable sensation as he leaned over. Still, he needed the drink. When his lips met the straw he sucked and the sudden moisture at the back of his throat made him cough.
By Ashley Wutke6 years ago in Humans
The Candle Box
It was a drab day but the sun was shining bright. There was no food on my kitchen counters, or people waiting to come inside. The hearse was long gone and the family car had ridden off in the distance three days prior. I sat in silence wondering how would I continue. My best friend was no longer here for girls nights, weekend trips and family gatherings. Who would I call when I was having a bad day? Our Alaskan cruise that was already paid in full would only have one passenger instead of two. I felt so lost and empty.
By KC Bass6 years ago in Humans
Sultana
Sultana Kimi sat in the laundromat and turned her eyes away from the television screen that interrupted their regularly scheduled programming to announce the death of a prominent Arabian ruler. She didn’t want to be bothered with other peoples’ grief. She had plenty of her own at the ripe age of 31. LIfe just seemed to happen to her - no rhyme or reason, just disappointment and the stubbornness to keep going until it was over. She counted the change from the pocket of her worn jeans once again, debating whether to use the dryer or let the clothes air dry by hanging around the room she rented at the motel. $65 a night and she was already behind payments by 8 weeks. The people there were kind and understanding, but she knew business people don’t stay like that for long. This was not her first motel. It felt like a luxury to even have her clothes clean. Then again, what good would $1.75 do except a meal that would last only one day? How long can someone live on a cheeseburger and fries, minus the soda? She was pulled from her thoughts as someone tugged on her jacket. “ ‘Scuse me, miss.” A girl, about 17 years old managed to claim the seat next to her without her notice. “Can you spare some change? I ain’t eat since 2 days ago.” The girl’s brown eyes looked tired and void of hope - judged way too many times to try to explain anymore, rejected way too much to expect anything good, yet, she tried again. Kimi could almost see her reflection in them. Seems the decision was made for her. The girl walked away and wet clothes were packed into plastic bags to be hung around the motel room 2 blocks away.
By A Rose Williams6 years ago in Humans
Inspiration From The Game
I pulled out my small, secret moleskine notebook, my favorite ballpoint pen and my lucky baseball cap. I knew I could do this - a couple of simple elements and presto - I
By A Rose Williams6 years ago in Humans
A Village Affair
One morning Sarah ran out of eggs for the quiche she was making for Peter’s dinner and went to the little post office shop down the high street. She felt cheerful, like a housewife from some period drama, as she walked down the narrow street with a wicker basket on her arm; it had belonged to Rachel, but Peter had said she could use it. She hummed under her breath and tilted her head to a fragile blue sky. It was nearly April, and the slight breeze held the promise of spring.
By Kate Hewitt6 years ago in Humans
Tragic Pasts
Travis is a kind old soul. Over the years he has been through a lot of tough times. Now that he is retired he likes to spend time at his local VFW bar hanging out with some of his veteran buddies. Although Travis never served in the military. He did have plenty of friends and family who did. He has witnessed everyone of them come back changed. For Travis hanging out with the Vets and making sure they feel apricated brightens his day. On this night he noticed a younger man sitting at the bar looking very depressed, sitting alone nursing a whiskey coke on ice. Travis hasn’t seen this man before. Concerned for this man, he walks up to him. “Excuse me brother, everything OK?” The stranger turns and looks up at Travis. “Why the fuck do you care?” Obviously in a grumpy mood, Travis is shocked at the greeting he just received. “Whoa, hold on there buddy. I noticed you looked a little troubled. Judging by your reaction I can assume I am correct. I just wanted to offer some kind words and possibly help if I can.” Surprised that Travis is still sitting next to him the stranger struggles to find some kinder words. “Look I appreciate the concern. And I mean this in the nicest way… GO AWAY!!” Reluctant to give up, Travis shrugs and simply says “Ok man, as you wish. I truly hope your evening goes better.” The stranger without a word raises his glass as if to offer a toast, then throws back what is left of his drink, slams the glass on the counter, and then turns to walk out of the bar. Shaken up a little by this Travis rejoins his friends.
By Shawn Ross6 years ago in Humans
I'm Counting On It
Rebecca sat on the top porch step of the cabin, gazing out at the light illuminating the peak of the Tetons. Her mood in no way matched the serenity of the setting. She checked the time on her phone for what felt like the seventeenth time and called out impatiently,
By Janice C Molinari6 years ago in Humans
The Collision
“Mom, I hate you and hope you go and burn in hell!” I scream. Slamming the door, I walk off, I felt drip upon drip on hit my head. Looking up, I see rain upon raindrop fall from the sky. I hear the front door open, then a splash on splash of steps hit the concrete. Turning around I come face to face with my mother.
By Autumn J.6 years ago in Humans