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 Little Black Book
Sophie’s feet ached. Her shift had ended late last night and she was already back on the morning Route 42 bus to Pymble after what felt like an hour of sleep. She’d left cereal on the bench for her twins Sebastian and Grace and hoped they’d wake to their alarms and get to school on time. She knows what teenagers are like and it made her worry enough to send a quick text while she was in transit. She was struggling to concentrate as her thoughts wandered back to the reason her shift ended late last night. She usually doesn’t let herself get too attached to patients that come through the ER but for some reason, she couldn’t get Thomas out of her mind. Thomas had been brought in late last night after being struck by a bike whilst waiting for a bus near Hornsby. He seemed to be a dear old man who mentioned surviving World War II after being imprisoned as a child. His eyes were kind and soulful and looked as though they could tell a thousand stories. As Sophie continued to think about Thomas she imagined she’d met him under different circumstances where they could chat over tea and cake and talk for hours.
By Tabitha Lakeland6 years ago in Humans
When we grow older, We grow apart
I knew my best friend since we were in pre-K. We had our whole life planned out already. But once we hit high school... well once they always hit high school, they always act different. We change as we get older. We know more, we see more, we are expected to do and learn more. But at the end of the day we are all still kids, we still have so much to learn, we have a whole life ahead of us that we need to experience. And I am not blaming her but Im blaming her because of what she put me through. This is my story...
By Fernanda Gonzalez 6 years ago in Humans
A Lifetime of Buddy
“Come on Buddy, let's get some breakfast,” Teddy called out as he woke. These were usually the first words that left his lips in the morning. As Teddy moved from laying to sitting with a laboured grunt, he looked toward the window of the room. The blinds were open only a sliver, and this allowed thin beams of pink morning light to cast in on a diagonal, ending at the floor.
By Joshua Mills6 years ago in Humans
Whiskey Wisdom and Dreams
Austin had announced last call about ten minutes ago, and he kept eyeing the group of frat boys sitting in the back corner. They came in from time to time for a few beers, and usually kept to themselves; however, on occasion, they were known for causing some trouble.
By Tracey Vizzini6 years ago in Humans
A Friend Like You
Stephanie’s eyes grew tired as she gazed out the window of the train, watching the trees pass by. She was sat nestled close to her mothers side on the uncomfortable hard seat. Though her eyes were weary from the long trip, Stephanies excitement grew bolder. Stephanie hadn’t seen her best friend Amanda for so long. It seemed as though time had gone so slowly in her absence. The playground at school seemed to be quieter and no one else enjoyed sharing the cheese flavoured crackers her mum put in her lunchbox every school day, as much as Amanda did. A raspy voice echoed from the speakers above her, startling Stephanie awake.
By Christelle Radley6 years ago in Humans
Game Day
The sport which I do like to watch, of course, is hockey. However, no matter how important this game is, the snacks will make or break the experience. The main food which I personally do prefer is an extra ham and pineapple pizza with barbeque sauce. This will follow a huge box of barbeque wings and a huge cookie, five to ten people can share.
By Lorne Vanderwoude6 years ago in Humans
The dying art of letter writing....
I’m going to write you a letter, not an email, not a message ... a letter. You know, pen, paper, postal service..Problem is, I don’t have your address ...I’ve never needed it. I’d fire off a text or meet you in the pub... never really needed to know exactly where you resided...oh well maybe I can give it to a mutual acquaintance to hand to you, so you too can know what it is to rip open an envelope and feel crisp writing paper in your hands, and the anticipation of what the missive might say... or perhaps the option of ripping it up or screwing it into a ball without glancing at it. Come to think of it that’s probably what you’ll choose to do. No matter, I’m going to write you a letter anyway.
By Gillian Lesley Scott6 years ago in Humans
