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!"
A Whole Lotto Problems
“Congratulations!” Barry forced a smile. His neighbour, Cole Porter, patted him on the back and turned to his wife, Barbara, for another photograph with the winning ticket. He did not notice the look of distain on Barry’s face, as the old man shoved another chocolate cannoli into his mouth.
By Travis Berketa6 years ago in Humans
The Frozen Lich Trading Company: A New Apartment
Sophie sighed in contentment as she sunk lower into the warm bath water. The apartment she had wanted was available when she contacted the landlord. With the $20,000 part of her lottery winnings she had been able to get the apartment. Plus it was immediately available for her to move in. Dax and Talek had laughed at how quickly Sophie had moved. The rushed moved was so worth the resulting peace and quiet. And the deep tub made for the best bubble baths to relax in. Though she did have to get out of the tub before turning into a walking prune.
By Amanda Martin6 years ago in Humans
The Key in the Notebook
Smoke rose from a crystalized blob of pinion sap dropped upon a charcoal. The incense masked the smell of molding cardboard coming from the heaps and piles of books occupying much of Bryan's small basement apartment. Bryan himself sat on the floor, scratching out a poem on the last page of a small black notebook with a pen he'd stolen from the coffee shop. The notebook itself had been rescued from the recycling bin outside that same coffee shop weeks ago. Then, it had been empty except for a cryptic code scrawled on its final page. Now, it was full of Bryan's notes and doodles and poems.
By Mark Bailey6 years ago in Humans
My letter to Roy
Dear Roy, You were the friend of my youth. You are black and I am white. When we became adults, we drifted apart. You served in the military. I served in the ministry. You died too soon for me to tell you this in person, so I’ll tell you now. You endured more than you should have, suffered more than you deserved, and were held to the unreasonable expectations of white culture, yet still you were my friend.
By Rick Adventure 6 years ago in Humans
A Priceless Life
Dru stares at the faded blue ink of her pen, showing its wear by the chewed tip and the name of a bank that has been defunct for years, as she crosses off the date on the stick-on, dashboard calendar. Underneath the date of October 15th, written with the same, crusty, blue pen were the words “24th birthday.”
By Mary Strause6 years ago in Humans
Lovely Bliss
I first heard of Patricia on day one of staff training for a new and innovative school where I was to be the atelier, or art teacher. I was very nervous but also completely thrilled to be taking this new journey with a room full of like minded individuals. We had all applied to teach at this school because it promised to be different, to be a place for growth and exploration for students and staff. As is often the case during staff orientation, we engaged in activities designed to help us get to know one another a bit. I learned very quickly that though I was the art teacher, I was certainly not the only creative person in the room. During a particular ice breaker activity we were partnered in pairs and after five minutes of sharing with our partner we went around the room, each one of us introducing our partners to the others. It was inspiring to hear of so many interesting accomplishments from the collective, but there was one that especially caught my attention. I heard the introduction from across the room but I couldn't quite see who was speaking. The woman being introduced had just written her first children's book.
By Tiffanie Maas6 years ago in Humans
Black Women In Music
Black Women In Music What Happened to Rita Pearl? By Roberto Alago Being a stage performer is tough. Being a woman is tough. Being a Black Woman stage performer is even tougher. So, I'm told. It was the summer of the year 1989. Stationed at a military installation in East Point, GA was a young, black woman I only knew as Rita. Rita had a beautiful smile and a friendly disposition. From time to time, I would see and talk to her, around the base. This went on for about six months.
By Roberto Alago6 years ago in Humans
