fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.
The Train Station
The Train Station It is a cold night in San Francisco. Our main character is waiting at the train station. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of an attractive woman. She has long brown hair, green eyes, and a mysterious aura to her. She sits close enough to him; he looks at her without trying to stare. Their eyes meet in an awkward exchange, but she doesn’t look away. She smiles at him. He is a bit shy, but he smiles back.
By Soraya Sosa5 years ago in Humans
The bus ride.
“Next stop, Sunset Boulevard & Irving Street.” repeated the recorded voice, cutting through the low hum of morning talk and eager taxis shooting by. It always had sounded too good to be true, Luca thought. Anyone who chose to include “Sun” in the name of a place was asking for trouble. But then again you couldn’t fault them for avoiding the more honest option of “Fog Boulevard”.
By Cam Henderson5 years ago in Humans
The North Room
Today marks two years. Five seconds in through the nose. Seven seconds out through the mouth. Repeat 10 times. I hear the voice of my therapist in my head. Let’s do a grounding exercise. Pay attention to your senses starting from your toes all the way up to the top of your head.
By Amy Carlsen5 years ago in Humans
We, The Enemy
To call this night cold would be kind, much unlike its frigid embrace. She had spent weeks learning everything she could about her surroundings, and now was the moment it would all come together. Though the warming idea of a fire and loving touch had crossed her mind more than once during her time here, she had nowhere to go and neither family nor friends that she could call on.
By Kadeem Hosein5 years ago in Humans
Legacy
The light was streaming through the window, as Angelica sat on the sofa sipping tea from her favourite mug. As she placed it back on the table, Marilyn Monroe's screen-printed face gazed up at Angelica from her neon pink background. Andy Warhol had always been a hero of Angelica's, particularly during her time at Art College and Doug had given her the mug during their first Christmas as a couple.
By Susannah Way5 years ago in Humans
The Ambassador
The caressing fingers of chocolate icing drip down the sides of the golden, fluffy doughnut. Like so many other things in his life, Jack Toll can’t resist it. Looking from left to right he moves like a bandit, snatches it from its box, and wraps his lips around it. He preens the chocolate residue from his fingers with cat-like precision.
By Francesca Flood, Ed.D.5 years ago in Humans
The Last Drop
In Los Angeles, It's 6 am. On the street, you can see A homeless man named Michael is housed in front of E.D.'s liquor store is sleeping in his arms cradles his favorite drink, a bottle of Jack Daniel's. That is almost finished. He carries a pair of raggedy blankets slumped over his shoulder. When the sun rises, this forces him to wake up the moment he opens his eyes. The cold crawls over his body, but not for too long to stop the cold he feels. He reaches for his bottle of Jack and starts to gulp down the last little of the last drop from his bottle and that swig of Jack Daniel's putting him back into a deep slumber.
By Pame Molina5 years ago in Humans
