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 Tattered Old Address Book
Did you ever have one of those days – an unexpected, out of the blue, life altering day that would change your life forever? I did, almost ten years ago to this day. It was a day that will be etched in my heart, soul and memory for the rest of my life.
By Jean Mullin5 years ago in Humans
Black Is A Lucky Color
He paced around the room for what must’ve felt like hours. Occasionally he would glance back at the small black pocketbook on the coffee table. Finally, he stopped pacing and stared at its contents once more. At that moment he decided that this was a sign, it had to be because how else could he have been this lucky.
By Paloma Gallardo5 years ago in Humans
The General Store
The whir of the fan, its plastic tassels slapping against one another, a metallic cicada, mimicking the humid summer sounds just outside the dingy windows. “The General Store” sat in the middle of the sidewalk with faded paint and sagging shudders, a small plaque rusted almost beyond recognition read “EST. 1915.” A small photo collage, yellowed with age, hung behind the counter. Faces of the past crowded together smiling in front of what was once the only store in town, now an antique shop just as forgotten as its contents. The current owner hadn’t felt the need to come up with a new name, so the general store became “The General Store”.
By Alicia Nicole5 years ago in Humans
Collision Course
You like to tempt Fate, don’t you? Ain’t it a thrill to have her ride shotgun while you haul ass from the latest mess you created? Or to call her up time and again like some lover who can’t quit you? Do you believe she will always go along for the ride, sit pretty as far as you’ll take her? Maybe I should tell you something before you forget who you’re playing with. I see Fate every time I look in the mirror, and it isn’t just the name my mama gave me. Believe me when I say I might be your lover, but I can quit you. Just like that.
By Wendi Christner5 years ago in Humans
Little Bets and Her Little Black Book
She wore a secondhand school blazer, long boys’ trousers and had $20,000 stuffed inside her backpack. Her classmates wore pristine red blazers and the girls were in identical red and white check dresses. If this bothered her, she didn’t show it. Nor was she concerned there were two hundred $100 bills in the bag hanging on the back of her chair.
By Alex Markham5 years ago in Humans
The Caged Bird Dreams
All my life I've always heard the saying “money doesn't buy happiness”. Money can’t buy you love, good friends or bring back your pet parrot “Liberty” who flew directly into the ceiling fan while Ma was cleaning the cage one day. No, money sure can’t do that... I just know that not having money hasn't made anyone happy either. See I was 26 at the time, single, working a dead end job, like my Mama and her mama and her mama before that. They did whatever they had to do to survive. But for me surviving felt like dying. Like something was slowly pulling at me, screaming at me on the inside to get out! It was warning me if I stayed there I’d be just like my mama and her mama and her ma...well you get the idea. And maybe that's what Liberty felt. If she stayed in that cage for even a day longer, she’d never truly be happy. Or... I could be projecting my own feelings around money and freedom while grieving for a dead bird in the weirdest way possible. But, be that as it may. I needed a change, a life change.
By Adorno Luis5 years ago in Humans
The Elected Stranger
Upon the star-filled night time, was a girl and boy walking together along the shoreline. The night was young and love serenaded the night. While together, they talked about things they wanted to do together in the future. They were the stereotypical high school love birds. They had a fixed mindset on what they passionately believed in- having a family. Jackson was his name, he was the Quarterback for his high school. He was deeply in love with Halie. Halie was a varsity cheerleader. They had been friends since the sixth grade and their friendship soon ended and sprouted into a well respected and loyal relationship their freshman year. They are seniors now. Halie loved to go to all his games and support him in everything he did. Jackson loved her for all that she was doing for him. He never had someone like that in his life, his parents were divorced and did not pay much attention to him growing up. As he got older he was always on a search to find someone to love despite him not getting shown love in the past. He knew what he wanted. Because he grew up with traumatic events and disconnection in his life, it was hard for him to express his feelings to anyone. He was suffering things he did not mention to Halie or anyone. She felt sometimes, she was the one to blame when she was not able to get Jackson to communicate things she wanted to help him with.
By nesa reyes5 years ago in Humans
The Switch
David’s black Moleskine was his most prized possession. It was a sleek, trim notebook with an elastic enclosure, ribbon bookmark, and thick ivory pages; but more important than the pages were the words and notes David had written upon them. The Moleskine was a descendent of legendary notebooks used by some of the greatest thinkers and artists of all time, and David knew that someday his prose would belong among the greats.
By Kimberly T5 years ago in Humans
