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.
His 5 Star Women
Caro James stepped out of her hotel in downtown Ho Chi Minh City and was enveloped in heat and humidity. It is July 4, 1996, the 220th birthday of the United States and the 20th anniversary of the worst day of Caro's life. She finds herself pondering the path her life has taken over the last six months that landed her in the one country she swore she would never visit. She pictures her brother Will arriving here as an 18 year old who had only been out of Vermont a handful of times before he enlisted in 1967 and had never been on a plane until he flew here. He was four years older than she was, as he was learning to be a soldier she was starting high school. It was obvious to anyone who met them that they were brother and sister, both had tall, slender builds and dark brown hair. Their faces were anchored by high cheekbones and warm brown eyes. As a child she looked up to him and they had grown closer as they corresponded while he was "in country". She kept him up to date about their hometown and he gave he advice on navigating high school.
By Susan Mills5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Notebook & Answered Prayers
Dark foreboding clouds circled the tops of the buildings. It was mid-day, Monday, October 21, 1929. Strolling on the sidewall on Wall Street, a man smashed into Tillman whose concentration was occupied by city sounds and towering buildings. Crash! His suitcase slammed to the ground; its contents scattered all over the sidewalk. Quickly he grabbed his belongings and closed the suitcase. His dated suit screamed tourist, the sheepish look on his youthful face revealed he lacked street smarts.
By Samantha Bates5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Ordinary. That’s all he was, just an ordinary man in an ordinary life. He was called Edgar, he had an average salary derived from simple, mundane, tedious employment. His limited clock of existence slowly but surely tick tocking towards the inevitable darkness of his death. Of his forgotten life, should I say. Of course, who am I to judge? I am merely adhering to rules of everyday life too. I am merely but a brick, a fragment of this construction, this conceit that we call ‘society.’
By Adam Newman5 years ago in Humans
The Witch Next Door
It was not a good day for a summer storm. Penelope Reed watched through the blinds of her kitchen window as movers began to unload furniture from a beat-up truck parked in the driveway next door. An unfortunate pleather sofa followed a pair of lamps and a behemoth of a secretary desk. From a rusted station wagon came a black umbrella, masking the presence of the new homeowner of 1692 Cherrywood Lane.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
An Auspicious Circumstance
An Auspicious Circumstance by Angie Bauman The breeze hits him as soon as the double doors open. His backside faces the group home. Andre takes in the fresh crisp air. This moment, a sense of freedom, but also a sense of fear. Reminded he’s alone by the way his tattered green duffle bag weighs heavy on his shoulder. The life he once knew exists no more. He says to himself, “I won’t get anywhere standing here all day.”
By Angela Bauman5 years ago in Humans
One Black Book short of the Rabbit Hole
Life can be weighted in minutes. Sometimes, one of those minutes can forever alter the course of a life. This thought fleetingly crossed her mind as she ran towards the bus. Slowed down by a bulky handbag and scuffed pointy black shoes, she knew that when her phone rang there were only one of two choices. Be on time for the bus, or find out who the caller is.
By Sienna Rose5 years ago in Humans
Samuel's Story
Noah looked down at his watch, “Only 30 more minutes” he thought to himself as he restocked coffee cups for the next day’s morning crew. At the sound of the door chimes knocking together, he looked up to see his regular customer stepping inside. He was a homeless man, with kind eyes who stuck to his routine. Every evening at 5 O’clock he came into the shop to order some chamomile tea and enjoy the warmth of the indoors before braving another night sleeping in the subway. “Chamomile tea for you today?” Noah asked the homeless man. He nodded in response; He was a man of few words. In a matter of seconds, in what seemed like a single swift move behind the counter, Noah produced a steaming cup of tea for the small sum of $1.50. The homeless man reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins. “Thank you” he said and was about to walk away but then turned back and asked Noah “What are your plans?” “For tonight? Uh, I’ll probably just head home, maybe watch some TV” Again, the homeless man just nodded before turning around and heading towards his usual table by the window.
By Claire Bledsoe5 years ago in Humans
