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!"
5 Ways to Make Friends As Bookish As You Are
For so many reasons, bookish friends are among the very best kinds of friends there are. For the extroverts among us, books present an endless supply of conversation – from what you’ve been reading lately, to how a movie compares to the novel it was adapted from, or what your favourite local bookstore is. If you feel a little socially anxious, “what are you reading?” is an easy way to springboard into conversation. And if you love companionable silence, what better way to achieve that than by sharing a sofa or a stretch of beach, each quietly turning pages and caught up in your own worlds?
By Claire Amy Handscombe6 years ago in Humans
A Secret Space
Sandra glared at a bright spot of blood welling around the tiny splinter that had burrowed into her index finger. Wiping it onto paint-crusted jeans, she snatched up the work gloves that lay on the worn top of the antique dresser she had been sanding.
By Pamela Darbyshire6 years ago in Humans
Coat Tales
"Your mission should you choose to accept it," said Tess "is to be the voice of reason, to steer me away from the temptation of the crazy and wonderful coats that are hiding on this glorious rack and force me to buy what we came to this hallowed place to obtain: a sensible workplace appropriate jacket."
By M.K. Caudle6 years ago in Humans
Building My First Treehouse
It was spring break of seventh grade back in 1997. As a curious 12 year old who didn't have a whole to do except play video games and hang out with friends while school was in recess, I had found a cool place in the woods a few streets down and behind my neighbor's house. My buddies and I used to walk through the woods throwing rocks and sticks like most kids did back in those days, however on this day we had stumbled across a large stack of old wood that looked like it had been torn off the tree and thrown aside unwanted. Now normally I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but there was this growing urge to build my own home away from home. The thought of having my own spot of refuge to go to when I didn't want to deal with parents or schoolwork was overwhelmingly great.
By Robert Reinert 6 years ago in Humans
My Daddy's Friend, Tom
Tom was my father’s closest friend when they both lived on Cedar Street in Powderly, Alabama, in the 1940s. In their late teens, when they were out on the town my father would often drink beer. Tom drank milkshakes; that’s not how I remember him.
By Bill Coleman6 years ago in Humans
The Storyteller...
The last thing you want to hear someone you love to say is “I thought I’d have more time.” It is a sentence that carries with it so many different emotions. There are hidden tones of remorse, shades of regret, and more than anything a deep sense of fear for the future they didn’t plan on having. This is what happened to me this weekend. My dearest friend in the world sitting across from me as we went over the details of her recent diagnosis of stage four colon and liver cancer.
By Kimberly Stone6 years ago in Humans
UNEXPECTED LEGACY
Oliver Delvin was the senior assistant of design at Richards, Key, Stanley construction firm In New York City in 1898. Oliver, who stood five feet seven inches tall, was a robust barrel-chested man who carried the plus side of two hundred fifty pounds on his big-boned frame. He had dark brown eyes, but his heavy eyebrows covered both eyes' in a larger part, causing his eyes to appear squinting.
By Steve A Richardson6 years ago in Humans
A Friendship So Close
Every Tuesday I would start with “Dear Naomi” continue with a complete body of heartfelt words and end with “lots of love, Tasha”. Naomi is the only person who speaks to my heart, she has been alone for too long when I discovered her, that she was too upfront and boasted about herself. The way I discovered her was also so surreal for both me as well as her. Ten years ago, one evening I was walking down the road towards the orphanage after school, only to find a man and a woman arguing about something bothering both in the same way. Two weeks later, I saw both these two hand in hand as a cheerful and happy couple. Even though I live at the orphanage, that day I had to return my book to the library so skipped the turn, I tried not to notice that I was following the both of them until a folded piece of paper jumped out of the man’s back pocket, to which he responded by looking at, then squirming and walking away.
By Cordellia Novis6 years ago in Humans
God Bless You, Mr. Heffer
You see, this is precisely why I despise parent’s evening. The relentless questioning, the headstrong parents telling me how to do my job. I know how to do my job. I don’t come to your office and tell you how to run your accounts, do I, Mr. Thompson? Thus, why do you get to come to my work and tell me how to teach your children? And Mrs. Prior, the ‘polite reminder’ that your son is having difficulty with geometry? Ma’am, if your dear boy spent less time skulking in the back of class, eating chocolate bars and distracting the rest of my children, I am certain that he would have cracked Pythagorean theorem months ago.
By Calum Skelton6 years ago in Humans
